Ghost Korean Drama Novels & Stories

Kelly hurriedly spoke just as the ghost was about to get off the phone. “Make it quick. I don't have the luxury of patience to wait this long,” Ghost warned Kelly. He gave Kelly twenty seconds to speak up, or he would end the telephone conversation. “Can I see a photo or video evidence that my Daughter is alive?” Kelly requested. He had a feeling that something bad might have happened. Although he's trying to convince himself not to believe the negative thoughts haunting his head. “Thought you had better things to say. See you tomorrow,” ghost hissed and ended the call.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

The petite woman with curly grey hair stood up and bowed to Jean, smiling politely. Oops! she thought, she had forgotten that Sam’s mother had flown in from Seoul, Korea to visit her only son. She raised a hand to wave and smiled awkwardly as she removed her shoes, placing them at the rack in the hallway, “Anyeong ommuni (Hello mother).” The older woman smiled again and sat herself down. She was watching a Korean drama on Netflix. Sam popped his head out from the kitchen, he was preparing dinner for them. The lovebirds were getting married in a few months.

I enquired as she continued crying like a banshee into my shoulder hugging me tight. I somewhat baulked when I saw the Korean guy coming right through the wall into the room. It was zero out of ordinary I conjecture being a ghost and all, as I've read. That recaps me I should do a study about him. I still didn't trust him nor my mind - whoever is playing the hoax. Oh, that's not the case here. Liya retraced from me, still sobbing but her makeup smudged instigating her to look like a lunatic than she already is. I had to bout the urge to laugh seeing the sight. She extended her phone towards me with tear-stained cheeks.

Hugo's voice sound wary, as if he was anticipating something. Without even take a glance to him, Gil nodded. His brown eyes fixated on that girl, "Hugo, can you leave us alone?" "No. She is a special case." "Then, Young Miss. Let me asked you something." He approached her and start talking in Hangugeo or the official language in South Korean Language with loud voice. "[You must be one of my fans.]" Cecilia gasped and replying in the same language, "[So, you are really Han Ki Jung! How come you end up in this place?]"

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.