Novel & Cerita Ghost Love

Ghost POV I want to know what happened. People in her world don’t just make mistakes that big, not unless they cross a line so deep it can’t be forgiven. But there’s guilt in her eyes, heavy and raw, locked so far down I’m not sure even she lets herself touch it. “Next time, then,” I tell her, steady. Her head turns fast, her voice sharp. “Why do you care, Ghost? It was a past relationship. He’s gone, never coming back, so you don’t need all the details just to feel safe from him.”

Chaos sighed as his apartment was deafeningly silent before he added, “Theresa was my first love…” She faced him angrily, “How many times do you have to rub those words on my face?!” She angrily yelled. “She… she had died,” Chaos confessed, his voice cracking. The words hung heavy in the air, a chilling confirmation of Florence’s worst fears. Theresa, the ghost of the past, was not just a distant memory. She was a part of his life, a love that had tragically ended.

And I refused to sever the man I loved. So I looked for the fourth option. I looked at the ghosts. They were still there, trapped beneath the fallen crystal, their ashen bodies flickering in the gaps between the rocks. They weren't just memories. They were debt. They were the energy the Council had stolen across four hundred years. The Widow was using Kael to anchor the world. I was going to use the ghosts to anchor the gift. I pressed my marked palm against the cold, transparent skin of Kael’s chest.

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped at nothing. "Nathan, if there's a next life, I won't betray you again…" The light of the sunset slowly faded, and the cell was swallowed by darkness once more. Through the haze, a voice seemed to whisper. "If there's a next life, I don't want to meet you again. Goodbye, Helena…"

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Find it anyway. There was a pause before GhostByte replied. “You’ve got a shadow, Cass. And they’re close. Closer than you think.” She glanced toward her window, the night pressing in like it was listening. Cass’s hand tightened around the edge of her desk. “Closer than I think” wasn’t a phrase she could afford to take lightly. Cass: Location. GhostByte: Working on it… But there’s interference. Whoever this is, they know how to muddy the trail.

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.