Ghost Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.

when that didn't get a reaction from me she said. "I heard Ghost is planing on sending you away. That's you're just too much work for him and he need someone better" this made me freeze and look at her. She smirked knowing she got what she wants, i took off to my room crying, how did she know I'm being sent away? Did he told them I'm too much work?

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

“Looks like he eats nails for breakfast.” That did it. She burst into laughter. I wasn’t doing much better. Nico remained perfectly serious. “And…” His fingers paused. “He doesn’t have the sense God gave a goose.” Elena leaned forward until her forehead rested against my shoulder as she laughed harder. I shook my head. “You enjoy this far too much.” “I do.” He nodded his head once. He never denied it. “He’s paying you for information on ghost. And you’re describing Ghost as…” she started to say.

Missy could not tolerate herself listening to anymore of his theories she had to scream out to stop it. However, the latter doesn’t seem to be the obedient one as he continued rambling on how ghost are suppose to have money because there is suppose to be a ghost life. “Or what if they actually have money but it is totally different like it is in real life. What if those rich people that die and didn’t ascend or get reincarnated to a new planet becomes a ghost, it is then reversed and they would now be poor. While the opposite people that also died and didn’t get reincarnated becomes a rich ghost. What do you think the ghost life is going to be like, I mean do they get horny? And if they do h

“You crazy bitch, I saw her. Do you think I can't tell the difference between a dead woman and a living one? And if you don't stop this stupid joke, someone is going to get hurt.” “Really?” Grace asked innocently. Then she lowered her voice. “Didn't anyone ever tell you that the more attention you give a ghost, the stronger it becomes? The more you spend on it, the more human it looks. It can eat, work, sleep, and blend in perfectly.” There was complete silence on the other end. Grace continued before he could interrupt. “She loved my brother so much that I had to kill him so they could be together forever. You know... that's what best friends do.”

Damien would do it for sure. All I said was it was going to be an arranged marriage. When I was done with my narrating of the story, she nodded thoughtfully. I sighed lying for the first time to Cassandra and being successful in selling it to her. She always caught.. "You have got jokes, Eden. Damien is obviously not an arranged marriage material. That one month prince guy who never happened to be found with the same girl after a month is doing an arranged marriage! Don't try to fool me." Cassandra raised her voice at last, "I already heard it but you better not take me as Brenda."

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

and there had stupidly been a drunken fumble, but I thankfully had brought it to an awkward end as swiftly as I could. I had seen the irritation in Sara's eyes when I had moved away from her and made my excuses to bring our date to an end, and after that I did the terrible thing of ghosting her. I knew it had been gutless, but I did not know what else to do. What was the right thing to do in that moment? Besides, she terrified me! And the jokes Adam had continued to make afterwards when he saw me at training after asking how the date had gone, all referencing the things she had done to past guys who had dismissed her after dates only fed my concerns, backing up my reasoning for staying well

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.