Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

Fuck me! I tried to move but white held me in place with a very firm grip, preventing me from moving anywhere. His bones popped and shifted, making so many sounds as they rearranged. His furs were slowly fading off, revealing a pale, human skin. Mark pushed Athena behind himself as they both stood, watching the scene unfold. White let out a roar that shook the whole compartment and pretty much beyond it. Many of the lab attendants had already gathered to watch from outside by now. He suddenly fell to the floor, writhing in pains as more bones kept shifting. I didn't know what to do for him. After a few more minutes of the agonizing experience, White slowly stood up from his position on the f

Naomi struggled her best to reduce the grip of her neck while dangling in air, but she couldn't even budge Gwen's ghost hand. Dolores could hear Naomi's struggle while being inside the white room as the white room was merely invisible not sound-proof, reckoning that Naomi was a pig teammate, Dolores just needed to let the ghost not discover anyone to victimize in this room and go to some other room, sighing Dolores was prepared to chant and come out but before she could chant she was kicked out of the white room as 10 minutes had already passed.

How could I respectfully just tell my lecturer to go to sleep or get drunk quickly so I could fuck him. Ugh. I had no choice but to wait. When I finally crept upstairs, his bedroom door was slightly open. Mr. White was on the bed, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling slowly. A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from his fingers. In his other hand, he clutched a framed photo of his late wife. He was completely passed out. I stood there for a long moment, guilt and something darker warring inside me. Then I stepped in, pulled out my phone, set it up on the dresser, and hit record.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

seemed to glow with an eerie, vivid red through the reflection of the puddle. My heart leaped into my throat. I spun around instantly, raising both hands before my chest in a defensive stance: "Who's there?!" The white curtain of driving rain poured down onto the empty road. There wasn't a soul in sight. Behind me lay only the desolate stretch of road and the rusted walls of the warehouses. Not a single footstep, not a trace of warmth. That silhouette... had vanished like a mirage conjured by a mind that was overloaded and violently stimulated by poisoning.

" 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.