Ghost Jasper Novels & Stories

Why would Jasper let go of that young man he just need a lot of love and care and they could have been a cute couple instead he I'd with that crazy woman who is turning out pack like a battle ground. We are not in war with anyone then why is she going nuts and making people leave a horrible life. I'm against training but the way she is doing it it's wrong she Is leading like a crazy Luna who has lost her sense of thinking and someone need to give Jasper glasses to see what is going on and she is not good she is living with paranoia.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

" I wasn't tied to one country anymore. I didn't have a 'home' to return to. I'll go back when the war ends, when there's no more chaos, when no one needs saving. Until then, the world—every broken, messy piece of it—is home. *** Jasper's panic kicked in. He grabbed my hand tight, voice desperate. "I'm sorry. I know I messed up. I lied, I was selfish—I had a kid with Natalie. "Hate me if you want, but don't say stuff like that. I've already paid for it. Natalie's dying—they say she's got days.

I went back for him, sat on the edge of the bed and shook his shoulder gently until his lashes fluttered, his eyes blinking up at me in confusion soft-edged from sleep. “What’s wrong?” he asked instantly, voice thick but wary. “Noah?” “We’re moving again.” “What happened?” “Jasper’s close.” That woke him fully. He sat up, pushing hair from his face. “Close how close?” “Knocking-on-the-door close.” He swore under his breath. “God, you weren’t kidding about ghosts.” “I’m never kidding about ghosts.” He pulled on jeans. Shoes, his jacket, moving faster now, urgency sinking in beneath the lingering haze of sleep. “What’s the plan?”

Jasper Reid programmed the address into Jasper’s phone, right down to the GPS map. “See here,” he pointed to a building well back from the main road. “It doesn’t look like much normally, just some sheds. But on fight night, it comes alive, and you won’t be able to miss it. There will be hundreds of cars there, and lights and music. Just remember, there are humans there too, guests, so although it’s a full moon, no shifting.”

Jasper's foot tapped rapidly against the floor, a clear sign of his impatience. His furrowed brow and clenched jaw revealed his growing frustration as the minutes dragged on. He was currently in Moon Valley to deliver the drugs his father had ordered him to. "Where the hell is that old man? How dare he make me wait?" Jasper growled, his voice dripping with irritation. His sharp glare was enough to make Jao gulp nervously. The young man bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, Derrick—both in cunning and ruthlessness.

The host reacted quickly and shoved the microphone toward him. “Finn… I’ll kill you…” A weak groan echoed through the venue. Jasper jolted, forcing himself awake, and from that point on, he refused to say another word. However, reality wasn’t about to let him off so easily. Meanwhile, Jasper’s own people wiped sweat from their faces. After checking seven times, one of them finally walked up to him, voice shaking. “Jasper, it’s… it’s missing two parts… “The same ones Finn removed on his livestream yesterday.”

“You’re going to be the main attraction tonight.” I was adamant about not moving. Not even a single finger. In no way, shape, or form. They are free to drag me around like a ragdoll if they so desire. I want them to experience how icy the weight of my silence can be. Then came the sound of slow, calculated claps. The demonic Jasper. He emerged from the shadows like a goddamned ghost, with that same crooked grin that was twisted across his face. He brought company with him. Behind him, slumped like a discarded marionette, was Tommaso. Or what was left of him. His body was pale and broken, a crimson gash running across his chest. Dead. The man I called father, the one who sold me, bartered me,

I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to go. Before I could answer, I smelt him before he opened the door. I looked to the door to see Jasper, who was wearing grey jogging pants with a plain white t-shirt. His hair looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower, but what made my eyes stay on him longer were the bags under his eyes. Jasper had an eye-catching eye color so natural that my eyes would go to his eyes, but there was a big grey swelling around his eyes. My heart hurt knowing that I should comfort him, but I couldn’t, not after what I learned last night. “Oh, um, sorry, I didn’t know you two were in here,” he said, scratching behind his head.