Novel & Cerita Ghost Plot

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

“Like… controlling him. Like a puppet.” I didn’t believe it at first. Black magic? Remote killing? It sounded ridiculous. Unreal. Like something made up to justify fear. But then— I remembered Ghon. The way he smiled. The way his pheromones twisted into something wrong. The way his body moved like it didn’t fully belong to him. And the way he collapsed. No struggle. No warning. Just… gone. I stared at the glass, my own reflection staring back at me, a little thinner, a little quieter than before. “…so it’s real,” I whispered.

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

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!"

The words kept echoing inside my head, replaying over and over like a dark promise I couldn’t escape. I sat up fast, pulling the oversized silk shirt down over my thighs. Julian was already awake. He stood by the window in nothing but black boxer briefs, his broad back and strong legs fully on display. The Ghost of Wall Street looked untouchable, like he didn’t belong in the same world as anyone else. He turned. His sharp blue eyes moved over me in the bed. For a second, hunger flashed there, then it was gone, locked back behind his usual control.

Every golden bloom shivered—not toward Jeff’s exit—but toward the corner of the greenhouse. Where nothing stood. Where nothing should be. Eva’s breath fogged the monitor. "She’s not in the network anymore." "She’s not dead." "She’s somewhere else." The screen glitched. A new message scrawled itself across the footage: "FIND THE FIRST GARDEN." The first rule of hunting ghosts: don’t let them know they’re dead. Jeff stood in the greenhouse long after midnight, a bottle of Macallan dangling from his fingers—not the cheap whiskey he pretended to drink for visitors. The security feed played on a loop in his peripheral vision: 00:03:31. The reflection that didn’t move.

“Couldn’t find the rest of the bodies or parts. So we checked the houses on either side. Eight more corpses, Echo. Some fresh, some… old. One house was set up like a fucking surgical suite. Another had medical lights, trays, drains in the floor. The other had a brand-new nursery, crib, diapers, clothes, and everything.” I shrug. “Sounds about right for the sick fuck.” Ghost groans. “Of course it does to you. He’d been living there for years. While they were dating he was already there. We found photos of her from before they even met. He was watching her long before she ever knew his name.” I take another slow sip. “Not shocked.” “So what now?” I ask. “Police?” “Nothing direct yet,” Ghost sa

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.