Novel & Cerita Ghost Mom

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

“Dad, please! Let me out! I’m scared!” His voice through the door was ice. “You need to learn, boy. You can’t be a successful man like your father with that soft heart. You’ll ruin the family name. Stay there until you learn.” And indeed I learned. No attachments. No feelings. The Ghost was born that night. But Scott had cracked everything open. And now he wants to leave? Hell no! The lion is awake. I couldn’t sleep. The office was empty. I locked my door, sat back in my chair, and let the memories flood me. Scott’s body under me. His moans when I bred him deep. The way he begged “Sir, please” while I fucked him raw.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

++++++++++ Mama's Story I immediately saw Dada’s mother standing at the door of the funeral home even when we were still walking down the road. She was worriedly looking out the door and had a blue house dress on with large floral patterns. The elderly female spirit repeatedly said, “Oh, where could Dada be? Her visitors are here already.” but since I was forbidden to talk to ghosts, I ignored her. Instead, I went straight inside. Eventually, I noticed that Dada’s mother fussed a little less by the time her husband started talking to us. Then suddenly, Dada’s ex-boyfriend, Chris (not his real name) came in through the door. Dada’s mother really liked him and wanted him for her daughter so sh

“We’re getting there.” A soft chime sounded on their end. Ghost stepped into frame — quiet, focused, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Matteo,” he said. “Everyone.” I nodded. “Go ahead.” Ghost tapped a few keys, and a new document filled the screen. Old. Faded. But readable. A birth record. Mama leaned forward. “What is that?” Ghost zoomed in. Mother: Siobhan O’Connell Infant: Male Date of Birth: March 12, 1995

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

my mum said looking straight in my eyes I sigh "mum, why didn't you ever tell me I could see a ghost?" my mum gasps " Well, I ..I, you see a ghost? " she was dumbfounded " and why didn't you ever tell me that, you got banished, and my real father denied the two of us and _" before I could finish she stops me "How do you know all of these things?" " I met my Godmother today, and yes she's dead" my mum places her hands on her face, then she holds both my hands

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.