Ghost Of You My Chemical นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“ Poisoned? She asks in surprise. “ Yeah, he was poisoned and it isn’t new that Poison is a chemical that take effect slowly in the body, though I have taken it to the laboratory but I have dealt with something similar to this and I think the poison must have stayed in his body for about over 24 hours although we are treating him But I won’t guarantee you that he would survive it” she says. Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the ch

She gives me a happy gasp reaction when I stepped out of the closet "You look ravishing, I knew you'd look so good on this. Now let's do your make up." "Oh that, Is it okay if we don't put make up tonight my skin is Rashing" -I lied pointing at my red cheeks and nose from crying earlier. I just didn't want to make any effort to be attractive for Mario the more his turned off the faster he's gonna let go of me

CHAPTER 137: THE GHOST OF THE RUST-DISTRICT The white light of the "Genesis Engine" wasn't just blind; it erased. It was a sterile, clinical glare that stripped away the scent of diesel, the humidity of the harbor, and the heavy, metallic tang of the "Weeping Source." For a terrifying moment, there was no Lagos. There was no mud. There was only the high-frequency hum of a trillion data points being rewritten by the woman who owned my face.

she bellowed in a voice that echoed and hinted of both male and female. Flames continued to surround the mass of burning people as they circled Angel. They were inching their way closer to her, but no one seemed willing to make an actual move. The man she called pa was closest to her, but even he was hesitant. Angel let out a scream that told of her frustration and anger before spreading her arms wide and tilting her head back. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and exhaled. As she did so, the flames that surrounded her and engulfed the spirits dissipated until there was nothing left but clouds of black smoke. With eyes filled with hate, she focused on the medicine man as she st

She squeezed them lightly and smiled sheepishly, “It's congrats to us, you two. A man's grief wouldn't be a success if you aren't present.” The two immediately wrapped their arms around her shoulder while chuckling. “Chicken and beer?” Dwayne murmured lowly. She and Reysell exchanged looks before smiling at each other. “Call!” It's been a long night for her and her team. She was awarded for being the youngest proficient Chemist and her team's new chemical was introduced to the market world. They called it: A man's grief.

I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu

And every ghost Hot Springs ever buried standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. I raise my right hand. The first Vinča symbol still hasn’t appeared on my skin, but tonight I don’t need it. Tonight I have something better. I have people. Celeste (voice calm, carrying across the ridge): “You want my face?” I smile, fangs out, bloodstone blazing like a second moon. Celeste: “Come take it.” The Hollow Choir charges. The valley answers. Coyotes in full war-form tear into the front line. Ghost tommy guns sing in perfect 1920s harmony.

I inhaled the nerve-calming sip, allowing the smoke to stay in a bit before releasing it, the white smoke danced freely in the air sending its fragrance to the four corners of the penthouse. I stood up from where I was seated with my hit in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, I entered the bed to enclose the gap between us, as soon I entered the bed, I rested my back on the wooden bed frame, I pulled her closer to me so she can rest her head on my chest. “Tell me why you think Ghost did it,” I said while taking a sip from my hit and stepping it down with my glass of whiskey. She reached for my hit, which I almost refused but decided to let her have it. One sip from it, make her sta

Ghost says quietly. I don’t fall, I took my punishment, proved I still deserve to be prez. And tomorrow, I’m collecting my girl.

"Did he really think blood-binding meant anything to me?” “I wrote the first contracts in spilled divine ichor—mortal bonds are merely... quaint." The other versions of me stagger too, feeling the rupture, and for a moment we're united in shared loss and rage. But then the Ghost-me appears behind me—when did she move?—and whispers in my ear with breath like winter fog: "He's not gone. Look deeper, sister-self. Look into the spaces between the mirrors." And she's right. In the crystalline surfaces that surround us, in the infinite reflections of the Second Door's mercury flesh, I can see him.