Ghost Mom の小説・ストーリー

Rhea Damon woke up with a splitting headache, and in an unfamiliar location. The whole place smelled like urine and she could easily have puked out her dinner, except that she wasn’t sure she had any. Her head was throbbing and her stomach was rumbling. She stood up from the cold wet floor and spun around quickly, assessing the place she was in. She sighed at the realization of where she was. She was in the last cell of the dungeons, the exact cell her father, Ghost had kept her mother for a few years before she died. Rhea had very vague memories of her mother, Elena but she remembered that her mother was a good person. Elena never told her categorically to fight for someone or against. She

It’s Mother’s will. “Ghost, Milo and Lenora need to have a pup. When they do, it will be a girl.” I feel my voice trail off. “Lenora’s journey will end when the baby is born and my spirit will transfer to the pup.” “My mate is going to die?” He takes a step back and paces. “You’re lying. Why are you saying such disgusting things?” “I’m not lying. I wish it wasn’t true, but that is her fate.” Ghost looks at me, trying to decide what to do. I stay still and watch him. He’s a tracker. He needs time to absorb the details and read my body language.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

I turned slowly, whispering, "Mom." The voice was soft, gentle, and full of love. I saw my mom, Magdalene, standing before me, her eyes shining with a warm light. I felt a mix of emotions - shock, joy, and confusion. How was this possible? I thought she was dead. I stood face to face with my mom's ghost, her ethereal form radiating a serene beauty. Her graceful features and tranquil expression seemed frozen in time, unchanged by the passing years. She wore the same dress, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. Seeing her like this was both nostalgic and emotional, stirring a mix of feelings within me. If souls could cry, I would have broken down in tears as she

I just found out the most amazing news ever and I haven’t even fully processed it just yet. My mom left for a while and came back with a glass of water. “Drink this, it’s honey water. It will help you feel better.” I nodded and took the cup from her. I drank the whole contents before handing the empty cup back to her. She took it away and came back. She sat with me. “So, if you didn’t throw up, what happened? Did you see a ghost or something?” Mom asked me. “Ghosts aren’t even real, mom!”

"Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I've never heard of a human looking for a deceased who's a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn't any real precedent." "It's okay," Shamira said. "You're the one, aren't you?" Gayla said with a nervous smile. "You look like her." "No way," Shamira said. "Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!" she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.

I take a deep breath and open the door, and step out into the hallway. I walk through and make my way to the dining hall. I pass pictures of the girls, both past and present. I stop looking at one in particular. The legend that was Ghost. Alessa Valentino. She is standing next to my grandma and a woman with baby pink curly hair, Candy. My grandma was younger back then. Ghost was a legend. She was found days after her parents were killed by the Bratva. Her aunty was the OG founder of the Mother’s Revenge, but as usual, not everything was as it seemed.

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

Suddenly they heard people screaming, Mrs Anabel George beep through the window and she saw zombies everywhere. Her heart was beating like bell she couldn't look. "What happened" Grace asked her mother then she walked close to the window and also beep her heart couldn't take what she saw then she she collapsed.

"I love you. I can't bear to lose you. I promise, I'll never see Denise again. Even if she's your sister, I'll cut her off. Let's just live our lives together from now on, okay?" I watched as he stood there, full of pain, and all I felt was deep disgust—just like Mom did. She barely gave him a glance, her face filled with nothing but contempt. "You say you know you were wrong? Then leave. I'm divorcing you no matter what. After all, right before Mary died, she told me she never wanted you as her disgusting father again." "And I almost forgot to tell you," Mom added. "The grave you've been visiting at the cemetery isn't Mary's. That's a dog buried there. A piece of trash like you don't deserv