Ghost Face Reveal Cod Novels & Stories

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

"Where is it?" Riva hesitated. "It’s not a place. It’s a person." The room went still. "Codename: Mirador. Cain never met him in person. Neither did Vexler. He’s the one who built their digital skeleton." Alejandro frowned. "How do you find a ghost?" Paula’s voice was quiet. "You bait him." --- Mission Plan: Operation Broken Mirror

Ghost said simply. ________________ The two of them ended up outside, the night cool and still. The row of Harleys glimmered under the pale light, silent sentinels. Ghost lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the scars across his face. He studied Rhett for a long time before speaking. “You killed him.” Rhett stiffened. “You don’t know that.” Ghost’s gaze never wavered. “I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes. Once you’ve taken a life, you don’t hide it from someone who’s done the same. It leaves a mark, boy. Not on your skin. On your soul.”

There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it. With an extraordinary speed - or was it magic? - it disappeared from the opened coffin and was now hovering just above her head. She gasped at the sight of it now as she still couldn't get her eyes of it. Its... its lower part was just... fog. The dark miasmatic kind. Fading black miasma was still coming out and circulating round it. The head that had no organs earlier now had a pair of bright red eyes and a mouth line that had started to crack open since it started hovering above her. The mouth line finally cracked open and her vision welcomed a set of black fang-like teeth and a black snake-like t

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

It was as if he didn’t know they were there, or didn’t care. When they reached the hitching post in front of the mess house, Roy hopped off his horse with his hand extended. “It’s good you’re back,” Adam said as he shook Roy’s hand. Roy gave Jackson a curious look. “Ya seem a little green. Are ya feelin’ okay?” Mike took the reins of Roy’s horse. “He’s just realized that this place is haunted.” Roy raised a brow as he looked from one person to the next. “Good thing I brought the medicine man with me.”

He is the man Raven encountered, full of black eyes, bruises on cheeks, wounded lips, and has a gauze above the eye. "And that someone is Code R. A?!" "We've been tracking down CCTV on the said shopping mall, but, unfortunately he isn't seen. Code R. A is smart enough to cover himself on blind spots,'' Code Red said. Code Black pushed a button on the remote of the projector. The projector reveals the CCTV footage, no people are shown but only the voice of the man shouting in pain. Shadow shouted; seen in the silhouettes how he throw things his hand reaches. "If only his voice is recorded, chances of tracing him will be easy,"

Sweat slicked their bodies, running down the grooves in their muscles. A thick, heavy cock bobbed between the legs of the second male. As his head fell back, giving me a clear view of his face, a string of curses leaving his lips. I nearly gasped aloud. It was Ghost. The first male let out a snarl. “Fuck, you look so good taking my cock.” Immediately I recognized his voice. Ghost … and Damon.

hood. A faint blue glow emanated from beneath, casting an unsettling yet strangely calming light on his features. Anya's breath caught in her throat. Could it be...? "Easy there," the figure chuckled, a dry rasping sound that sent shivers down her spine. "We've been expecting you, Anya." His words confirmed her suspicion. It was Ghost, the mysterious figure from the warehouse. Relief washed over her, a wave that momentarily pushed back the weariness that had settled in her bones.