Romans & histoires Ghost In Th Stalls

"And don't you dare open it. Lucas is the only one who can read it." Carl rolled his eyes at me. "I don't have any interest to read your love letter." Although he said that, he immediately prepared to leave. I don't know what exactly Carl and Lucas' arrangement was, but I trusted them that they would avoid the Capital's eyes. Hopefully, Carl would return with good news. **** In an abandoned unfinished building, a ghost market was set up invisible to the naked eyes. The entire building was bustling. The first three floors were full of stalls with various products. But most of the booths have construction materials. After all, the whole unfinished building with its building materials set foot

The staff and guests of Helenfel all paused mid step as the strange howls echoed throughout the halls. "Guess the ghosts are back." Mumbled some of the guards. "Wha- Ghosts?" A guest asked surprised. "Oh nothing sir, please have no worries." Down in the basement both Garret and Taelin were engaged in a barrage of cursing. Garrett was completely thrown off by the face planting, the sudden shift in scenery, and being met by a screaming man. "By the gods man No matter the time frame somehow you will not be happy until I die of a heart attack and Cassandra won't be happy until I die from exhaustion!" Taelin cried out face down beating his fist on the desk.

explained Terrance. “As for where my subordinates found it, well… It appeared at the biggest auction in the Jenna Province! It’s a pretty grand event! Regardless, since you said that something bad could have happened to Master Ghost, I find myself wondering if he had to sell his horsetail whisk here due to difficulties in surviving…” added the old man.

Thalia gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth, the shocking sight disrupting her initial intentions. A heavy silence enveloped the house, signaling to Thalia that something was seriously amiss. Closing her eyes, she focused on the unusual stillness, attempting to tap into the thoughts of those within. What she heard echoed in her mind sent a chill down her spine: "Help, the ghost shifters are real." "Ghost shifters?" Thalia repeated, her confusion evident. Without hesitation, her claws unsheathed, a clear sign of her readiness to confront any potential threat. Determined, she headed towards the interior of the house, her senses heightened, poised for action.

he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see. “I have a better idea,” I say, removing my own helmet and following Ghost inside. Thorn and Crybaby are in the van waiting for orders while Thorn erases our passage through cameras. “Where do you want this piece of shit?” Ghost asks and I point at the chair in the middle of the room. The only thing above it is a single lightbulb. I know it is very cliche, but I wanted him to be afraid as soon as his eyes opened again.

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

PART ONE: THE TAKING 9:47 PM - The Plaza Hotel, Manhattan The penthouse door opened without a key because Ghost had already handled that part. He'd slipped inside twenty minutes earlier, wearing a maintenance uniform, moving with the mechanical precision of a man who'd spent seven years learning how to be invisible inside systems designed to trap people like us.

She tried to cry out, but only a muffled squeak escaped. In a swift, practised motion, Ghost, no longer mumbling, shoved her into a large, canvas laundry sack that had been discreetly draped over the cleaning cart. The sack was surprisingly thick, suffocating. Darkness enveloped her, the scent of stale detergent and something metallic filling her nostrils. She thrashed, desperate, but her movements were severely restricted. Ghost moved with terrifying efficiency. He hoisted the sack onto his shoulder, the unexpected weight barely slowing him. He then sprinted down the corridor, his heavy boots echoing on the polished linoleum.

--- Fridge Notes A sticky note on the fridge door: "MILK FOR THE SHAFT, YOU NEED CALCIUM." "You're unhinged!" A second note appeared on the toaster: "AND YOU LOVE IT." --- Trying to leave Nathan braved the front door. Deep breath. One hand on the knob. And then, SLAP. The ghost's invisible hand smacked his ass. Hard. He gasped, jumped three feet forward, and dropped the grocery bag. The mirror fogged once more. "CLAIMED." --- Evening whispers

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.