Ghost On The Titanic Novels & Stories

In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling. One shot rang out The bullet ricocheted off the metal beam. Teresa grabbed her father and dove behind a pillar as the Ghost lunged forward to catch the USB. But it hit the ground. And shattered. A small spark fizzled out. The Ghost froze. What have you done? she hissed. Teresa stood tall. It wasn’t the real key. The Ghost's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. Kill them. But before her masked guards could move Sirens wailed outside.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

“There was a man who I found out later was a vampire, when I was out at a wine bar, who might have done something, but the ghosts intervened. Not Bellmouth. The Grey Woman and Great-Uncle Mathewe.” “I must thank them next time I see them,” Tony says. "Vampires!" “A second vampire showed up after a performance, on a VIP tour, wanting to be introduced to the soloist. He didn’t say he was a vampire, or… do what the other one did, I just… recognised what he was, having already met the first one. There’s something about their eyes. They’re hypnotic.” “They hypnotised you?” Katie sounds alarmed. “No, I don’t think so. The ghosts showed up the first time before he could finish whatever he was tryin

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

“I believe so, daughter. Just give him a little at a time. He looks to be so dehydrated that he might reject it if you give him too much.” “She’s such a hateful woman,” Melody snarled as she supported Ian’s head and held the cup to his parched and peeling lips. “Daughter, brace yourself. From what I’ve been told and been able to piece together, she’s not a woman at all. What you see out there is a demon that resurrected the body of a woman to use so that it could take possession of Ian’s soul.” Melody gasped with shock, but quickly recovered enough to ask, “Why Ian?”