Novel & Cerita Ghost Jasper

I was lying under an old car at a rundown repair shop, messing with the chassis. My body was covered in engine oil, and I had a wrench in my hand. Giselle stood several feet away. She still couldn't see my face clearly, but she had followed the scent that was carved into her soul to find me. Her whole body began to tremble. "Leslie…" She stumbled toward me, stopping in front of the car with shaking hands. "I messed up. I remember it all now. It was Jasper who drugged me. He manipulated my mind. That's why I couldn't recognize you and thought you were a stranger.

The only way to find Jasper and kill him easily would be by putting on the garment so that the latter wouldn't recognize him. Meanwhile, Jasper was getting ready to attack the vampires as well. He went to a small room and began to cast spells that he studied from the soul shifting books. The room was very ancient. There was a clay pot and a standing mirror in front of him. He twisted his neck backward and forward, causing them to crack like they were about to break. Actually, they weren't going to break but to help build his bones. He was preparing himself for a special person when he heard strange noises from the hall. He ignored it and concluded they were normal but the noise became more i

Marcel commented, trying to get his laughter under control. “Trust me, there’s no one more baffled about all this than me. I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up and it’ll all be a dream- a crazy elaborate dream.” I shook my head. “What’s a crazy elaborate dream?” Jasper popped out from behind a tree, stopping us dead in our tracks, evidently Marcel hadn't heard him approaching either. “Dude, are you a ghost?” He questioned, disbelief lacing his tone and my head snapped to face him. “Too soon, man, too soon.” I shook my head and he grimaced, “Where have you been?” I turned back to my mate.

he stopped himself as one of my guards snapped at him. Jasper. One of the three vampire Lords, and from the information I’d heard, the most impulsive one of the three. Jasper has been behind several attacks on smaller packs since I’ve become the Alpha, all of which ended in the nests that attacked them being destroyed. This fit Jasper’s style perfectly, snatching younger men and turning them with no training and no regard for what was left of their life.

Kyle said and we all laughed, the tension from the room finally leaving. After everybody had left or gone to bed, I decided to stay up and do some research into Jasper and his family in the office. I was having a hard time sleeping lately anyway, so I figured I would at least be productive. Stella had fallen asleep quickly, so as soon as she was out, I slipped out from the bed and came in here. I found Jaspers information on a few different sites. Jasper Horlas: Age 28: Origin Pack: Northbend Bloodline: Horlas Alpha

"There is no development here, and the road is still a dirt path. Besides, no one comes over, so the footprints on the ground should be very clear. If it's a ghost, he must have no feet." After Jasper's analysis, Jimmy found that there were a lot of small footprints on the ground. "Jimmy, go to the grave to see if there are any clues. Be careful," Jasper said. "Yes." Jimmy went to the lake with a pale face. He was a special-forces soldier, so he couldn't say that he didn't dare to do that. Jasper and Stella were checking more details in the room. Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in Jasper's eyes. He opened the window in alert, and a woman flashed by.

I asked him. Jasper let out a small sigh and addressed Abigael's mom. "I'm truly sorry," he said, looking at me with a hint of sympathy. "My dad—he tends to forget things. He suffered head injuries in battle years ago, and it has had a significant impact on him. Sometimes, he sleepwalks. Sometimes, he dresses like a lady and speaks like one," Jasper explained, his eyes filled with innocence and a touch of sadness. "And sometimes, he acts as if he is possessed, behaving like a ghost." Abigael's mom, gripping her child's hand, looked at me, lowered her head, and swiftly said, "I will get going," as she carried her child away, almost running to avoid coming into contact with me.

“I’m Jasper.” “I know,” I said before I could check the impulse. The name fit his mouth like it had been made for it. Something quick lit his expression, half surprise, half something like relief. “Your father told you?” “Some. Not enough.” I looked at the ash smear on the rug and immediately looked away. “Who—what—was that?” “A Rogue under glamour. They can copy shape. Never scent.” His jaw tightened. “They’re bolder than they were last season.”

He turns to me with narrowed eyes, clearly irritated, and leans in close as I approach him. “Why?” He sneers, voice low and sharp. “Do you miss him, or something?” I roll my eyes. I don’t need to drag this argument out any longer. “I just want to know if that guy you brought back–is he him? The villain who tricked Teresa?” Jasper lets out a cold laugh. “Yeah. That’s him.” As he speaks, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto the couch. I can’t help myself–my eyes roam greedily across his bare, muscular torso, taking in every perfect detail.

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.”