Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

I looked at him and asked him about the white car. “Remember about the white car, the one that I told you?” He smiled and grabbed me closer to him and he put his arm around my waist. He knows that I am starting to be concerned and be his girlfriend now. “Of course, don’t worry about me babe,” He said. While his arm was still wrapped around my waist. I leaned on his shoulder and waited for the sun to set. While the music changes into “True” by “Spandau Ballet” That makes me more relaxed. I remember the dead man’s body under my bed and I guess it is okay for me to let him know about it. That is why I looked at him and kissed him on his cheek. I know we are both stoned but being sweet to him be

He stood looking through the misty form of Claire, and she looked back at him. "White!" Claire's voice echoed. He seemed not to recognize her. He looked at her with care, trying to remember. "White! It's me, Claire Steele." It was then his eyes brightened, and he gazed at her with amazement. "Claire?" White called. "My love." Claire was filled with so much passion, ghost-like tears ran down her cheeks, and she grinned. "I've missed you." White's eyes combed her form, and he said, "Why are you—" but he paused, and didn't finish. He seemed to remember. And he nodded. "I did this. I'm sorry. I couldn't feel. I still can't."

There were no streetlights outside Crimson Hollow, so once night fell, this area turned exceptionally dark and foreboding. If not for the fact that this person wore all white, it would be nearly impossible to notice someone was squatting there. After a while, another figure approached, gave the person in white a hard kick, and cursed, “Damn it! We’re out on a mission and you show up dressed like this—trying to seduce a ghost or what?!” From a distance, the white clothes really did look like funeral garb—especially creepy in a place like this. The person in white scooted aside and said lazily, “This young master likes it. Mind your own business.”

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.”

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

The firelight flickered against the rafters, shadows stretching and twisting like they were moving on their own. Ronan stayed where he was, watching the door. The howl came again—closer now. And Kaela knew the White wasn’t going to let them have a quiet first night. *** The White is creeping me out already... Am I the only one? Please leave the comment. ***

The camera shook as silhouettes moved through the background, drifting in and out of the frame. They didn’t walk like normal people. Their steps dragged. Their clothes were torn, hanging off them in strips. Their faces were slack, pale, like every expression had been wiped clean, leaving only a hollow stare. From behind the camera, someone whispered urgently. Aria leaned in, trying to make out the words, but the static drowned them. The whisper came again, strained and desperate, but impossible to decipher. Jules clenched her jaw. “Aria… that’s not fake.”

No disorder. And there was music. From unseen sources, the same perfect note echoed through the streets, a constant, ambient tone. It was the only sound. There was no laughter, no conversation, no rustle of leaves, no birdsong. People moved through the streets. They were tall and graceful, with calm, serene faces. They wore simple, white robes. They did not speak to each other. They simply moved, their steps quiet and synchronized, their expressions blankly peaceful. They looked like living statues in a perfect museum.

There was no longer any killing intent in that smile, but instead a trace of relief, a hint of release, and a barely noticeable sense of self. "At last... you've come." He whispered silently in his heart, with no intention of making another move. Nathanial, Dakota, and the other five were already dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Their attack had been blocked? Blocked by a mysterious white light? "What is that?" Nathanial's voice rang out, full of suspicion and uncertainty. "Amelia, what exactly are you doing?" Dakota and the others also looked grave. They could sense the aura emanating from the white figure. It was not violent, but it clearly did not belong to this world. That aura