Novel & Cerita Ghost On The Titanic

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

“I don't know that we really are. At least not in the way you mean it.” “We're ghosts in shells, babe.” Tina was startled a bit. She had forgotten that Tabitha stood beside her. She noticed with a detached curiosity that even her startle reaction was more subtle than usual, as though the impulse was coming from somewhere deep in the ocean. “Not how I'd put it.” The unnamed man said. “But apt.” The tour guide said. “Apt indeed.” Tenniel nodded. “How?” Tina asked.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

Gold and Silver Ghost’s expressions suddenly stiffened. In the next second, the two’s chests were shocked and their eyeballs even popped out. An invisible force forcibly squeezed the two’s hearts until they exploded! Gold and Silver Ghost were dead! Zella Yaeger just happened to watch the sudden death scene of the two people, she felt that it was extremely surreal. Gold and Silver Ghost, who had gone to great lengths in order to chase after her and even driven her to the brink of desperation several times, died in the blink of an eye in Aunt Rockefeller’s hands. Most importantly, Aunt Rockfeller had not even touched them with her own hands from start to end.

The ghost had spoken. And he was real.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

"I’m with the Resistance. Your mother sent a signal before the submarine blew." "Who are you?" Bryan asked, stepping in front of me. "Names don't matter anymore," the man said. "But you can call me Ghost. I was your father’s head of security before I realized he was a monster. Now, I’m the only one who knows how to get into the White House without being turned into a puppet." We climbed into the boat. Ghost hit a switch, and the boat dived beneath the surface. It was a mini-sub. We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine.

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

Barney shrugged his shoulders. Each piece fit together. One after another. I looked back toward Barney. “If Ghost wanted to disappear…” I paused for a minute and looked back at my screen. “He’d need someone capable of making that happen. Someone with resources. Money. Connections.” I looked back at the photograph. “Someone like Viktor Sokolov.” Barney slowly nodded. “It explains why Ghost disappeared inside Draven’s palace.” “It also explains why nobody has been able to identify him.” I said matter of factly. The more I looked at the picture… The more convinced I became. I finally pushed my chair back from the desk. “I want everything.”