Novel & Cerita Ghost Plot

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

Asked Ria. "Who knows? Because there some unfinished business? She or he carrying a grudge? I do not know either. But what certain is that if one becomes a ghost because they died tragically and become a terrifying ghost…” Loren shrugged. Oh really? But the one that’s in the house, was far from scary. He even looked like an ordinary human. Handsome human. Except for the fact that the figure was transparent and could walked through the wall… Also inhale the aroma of food to eat…

Multiple camera feeds opened across his monitors as he started organizing the footage. I leaned back in my chair again, suddenly feeling far more exhausted than I cared to admit. Nothing about the last week had gone the way it should have. The contract should’ve been exposed. It wasn’t. Ghost had somehow turned a forgery into something that looked impossible to challenge. I know it was ghost. I just don’t have proof of that either. Now an ancient journal had appeared in the middle of my club without a single camera capturing the person responsible. The more answers we searched for… The more questions we uncovered.

The one burdened by centuries of regret. But then he turned sharply, nostrils flaring. “We’re not alone.” My pulse jumped. “What?” He motioned for silence. The air shifted. A faint shimmer appeared in the distance, like light bending wrong. Then I saw it like a shape, pale and trembling, emerging from the fog. A wolf. No… not alive. Its eyes glowed white, its body translucent, trailing mist. A spirit of Meadow Pack “What is that?” I breathed. Varic drew his sword in one swift motion. “A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.”

I drink water from the sink when no one is looking. Some wolves ignore me. Others do not. A bowl of soup tips over onto a clean floor. A trash bag splits at my feet. A young male corners me long enough to whisper threats that make my skin crawl. No one intervenes. No one needs to. By the time midnight comes, my body feels hollowed out. Miriam waves me off without looking at me. I stumble back downstairs and collapse on the bed fully clothed. In the dark, the mate bond stirs again.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

she threatened me out of panic. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Gugu. What exactly was that?” I tried pushing Grip away but he held my back smashing me back against his body. “The portrait was cursed. It lures ghosts, evil spirits, and demons over and trap them,” she explained hugging herself in fright. I glanced back at the portrait and I could only see the happy faces of a big family, old couples, young couples holding a baby, two teens, and a toddler. “Grip?” I shook Grip but he leaned all his weight against me as he dropped his jaw on my shoulder. “What happened to him? Why is he so weak?” I narrowed my eyes at Gugu.

The man scoffed disdainfully, "It doesn't matter since you're about to die. I'm Ghost Shadow, and she's Madam Bones!" Sebastian nodded slightly. "Alright, if you insist on dying, I'll grant your wish." "Fool!" Ghost Shadow shouted as he drew a sword from his waist. The sword's tip shimmered with a dark glow, transforming into a black streak aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's expression changed immediately. Ghost Shadow was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Sect, and the sword was soaked in corpse fog. A strike from this sword wouldn't just kill; it would also cause the victim to suffer unbearably from the corpses' energy, eventually leading to a horrific death.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.