Ghost Lyrics Halsey Novels & Stories

“What do you want, Ghost?” “Some fucking honesty!” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. I flinch slightly, frozen under his piercing gaze. “You’re honestly going to marry a woman, which means this—us—will always be hidden. A fucking secret.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What you want, Ghost, I can’t give you,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Ghost’s face twists in frustration. “I want some honesty!” he repeats, his voice raw. “What I want is for you to refuse to get married—or at least fucking delay it!”

“No, I don't think I will be able to go.” “If this is about the fight, she has forgiven you. She actually said if you come that means there's room for a second chance and if you don't she takes back her forgiveness.” I laughed at the chat, that does sound like Samantha. I miss her so much. I was so engrossed with texting that I didn't notice the elevator opening. “ I don't pay you to laugh at your phone,” my finger paused when I recognized the voice. I raised my head and my eyes met his eyes.

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 ? .”

A phone call snapped me out of my thoughts and pulled Jayden out of his grief. "Jay, get over here now. I found a corpse at Ms. Katherine's place." Hank sounded rattled like he was still trying to wrap his head around what he'd seen. The only thing I knew was that everything would spiral out of control if Jayden found out I was dead right now. His grip on the phone tightened. "What corpse? Speak clearly!" Hank's voice cracked like he was about to cry. "Jay, just get over here."

If this continued, even she would eventually break. I heard her cries. I tried to follow her instincts and suppress my emotions, but I simply couldn't. I began to question everything. Was I really cursed? Was I destined to bring misery to everyone I cared about? Was it because rogue blood flowed through my veins that Halsey had died? Just two days ago, I'd finally regained my confidence in life. And now, my world had once again fallen apart... Halsey's funeral was scheduled for the next day. My heart was heavy with guilt and regret, but I knew I had to go.

"He gave up that life for me. That sacrifice is etched on my heart, forever." I touched the gauze on my collarbone, which was still aching. Forever? The memories flooded back. Two months ago. A text from an unknown number. My phone buzzed, and a picture popped up. My world shattered. In the photo, that blond bartender, Ryan, was lying naked next to Madeline. His body was covered in fresh bite marks and the flush of sex. They’d clearly just finished. His long fingers were pointing proudly at Madeline's shoulder. There, next to my dagger tattoo, was a new, crudely drawn addition.

Still, she pushed herself to the window and gazed out at the ocean. The setting sun shimmered across the water, as if signaling the close of her life. "I'm coming to you now…" she murmured, slowly closing her eyes. The evening breeze swept through the cottage, carrying away her last breath. The album blew open in the wind, the last photo tumbling to the floor. When Helena learned of Nellie's death in prison, it was as if her soul had been ripped out. She curled up on the cold floor, tears sliding silently down her face.