Novel & Cerita Ghost Motionless In White

Calm and measured. An elderly woman stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. She was dressed in a white flowing gown that seemed to move on its own, even though there was no wind inside the amphitheater. The fabric was so bright it almost hurt to look at, reflecting the moonlight like it was made of pearl. The moonlight hit her skin and made it look glassy, smooth and pale. Almost translucent. It made her look divine and scary at the same time… like a goddess or a ghost, something not quite human.

" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost. She thought back to when she picked up the report yesterday, and the way I looked at her. So calm, so still, like a pond with no ripples. I did not even think to ask for her help. She had that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, I did not love her anymore. However, facing that truth was more than she could bear. … Despite the chaos, the surgery was a success. When I opened my eyes, it was like the world had flipped upside down. Everyone's attitude toward me changed dramatically. It was rare for them all to be together, but there they were, filling my hospital room with noise and life, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation b

Her hair was white from the roots and she walked funny, or so Isha thought. “Carol Gordon” she called. Isha opened her mouth but before she could say a word, the lady was already speaking. “Follow me.” Isha did as she was told, and so they walked down the long hallway together. The woman in front, never turning to check if Isha was keeping up, while Isha struggled to match her pace. Despite her unstable movement, she walked quickly. They passed through a few persons who casted weird glances at them.

“Can you pull footage from the old mountain tunnels? The ones buried under Level Seven?” Malek’s hands moved fast. “Trying… They’re slow… most of the wiring’s decayed…” Static…flicker. Then— A frame lit up. My breath caught. They moved like ghosts. Men and women in tattered suits, skin pale from decades of cold sleep. Their eyes glowed faintly—some red, some violet, some gold…not shifting…not human. Something in between. Their bodies weren’t monstrous. But their presence was. As if they didn’t belong to the earth anymore.

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

I massaged my waist, wondering if Jason had decided to make things more intense by provoking Sylvie during our honeymoon. Suddenly, another voice came from the walkie-talkie, "We've found the surveillance footage. Our manager left with the male guest from room seven-zero-two..." "Isn't that the same room where two male guests forced themselves onto another female guest?" The janitor rushed to switch off the walkie-talkie. I lowered my head and said, "I have his phone number. I'll call him." As I went to get my phone, I glanced at the wedding dress and saw that it had been soiled by high-heeled shoe prints. My marriage certificate had also fallen to the floor, along with another footprint on

Only silence. Fade to black.

“Oh, please let nothing happen to her.” I couldn't help picture her face every few seconds in my head. As she opened that door and smiled a just like the good old times. My phone sat in the console. I didn’t reach for it. As I drove past the forest, I saw shadows. My eyes darted to the mirrors, and then, something moved. I noticed something pass by the trees to the left in my rearview mirror. Way too fast to be a human. I looked forward again and froze as I saw a figure dressed in white, standing just as the road went out of view. It disappeared before I could even register that it was there.

From me. "Leni!" Milo strains harder. His muscles flex, causing a button on his shirt to pop off. The more he fights, the harder the men pull on him until they are at the front door. When the door to the apartment shuts, Justice howls so powerfully in my mind that it rips through my chest and out of my mouth. In the hallway, Ghost returns her call. Their mournful melody echoes through the packhouse and doesn't stop until I feel so dizzy I think I’m going to pass out.