Ghost/reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

So she cancelled that option "He's just lucky I need him" ****************************************** Austin found it difficult to close his eyes at night, what in God's name did he just do. A war with a ghost? "Urghhh" he muffled into his pillow as he pressed his face against it. "What is wrong with me!!"

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" 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.

Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time

A name appeared. AONDONA. Sophia stared. “Who is Aondona?” No one answered. Then the book began writing by itself. THE HUMAN WHO IS READING THIS STORY. Sophia’s eyes widened. The First Silence looked terrified. Even Asterion stepped backward. The Father Beyond whispered: “Impossible.” The black book closed. Then reopened. A final sentence appeared: “THE AUTHOR HAS NOTICED YOU.” The sky went completely dark. And somewhere beyond every universe a human hand turned a page. End of Chapter 172 TO BE CONTINUED…

Then into a Gia from the 169th Layer. "The story is incomplete, Darlene," the entity spoke—a voice that was a distorted collage of every person who had ever hurt me. "A settlement is not a climax. A hearth is not a resolution. The Archive requires a Definitive Ending." The entity wasn't a biological being. It was the Ghost in the Substrate—the personification of the Western Archive. It didn't attack with fire or claws; it attacked with De-Realization. As it walked through Equilibrium, the violet-gold vines turned to Static. The stone houses began to look like Sketches. The human mothers in the garden began to flicker, their faces losing detail as if the "Author" had stopped caring about thei

Dax’s boots crossed the first carved line. The runes flashed—bright and hungry. The air thickened like a trap snapping shut. The bone-white door behind the Hollow King groaned. Not from pressure. From anticipation. It began to open on its own, seam splitting, cold air pouring out like breath. Kieran’s coal-bright gaze stayed locked on me. “Come,” he whispered, and the mate bond yanked hard enough my vision blurred. I felt it then—something answering from inside that opening door. A deep, patient presence.

Alpha Zoe ordered through the pack link. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** NOTE FOR THE READERS: You can check out Kai and Ty’s story in “MY DRAGON MATE” IF YOU WANT TO. HOWEVER NOT READING IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY SO ENJOY READING ! **

Chapter 3: The Nerd's moan The nerdy girl stood frozen in the doorway, her glasses slipping down her nose, her assignment papers trembling in her hands. Her eyes were huge behind the lenses as she stared at me bent over Harlan’s desk with his thick cock still buried deep inside my dripping pussy. She let out a tiny squeak, spun on her heels, and bolted. The door slammed shut behind her. I looked back over my shoulder at Harlan, my walls still fluttering around him. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, pushing my ass back against him. “I know her. She’s harmless. I’ll handle it. Just keep fucking me.”

Because it only fed that unhealthy longing to a miserable extent. It was snowing again when I finished in the kitchen, and I knew myself enough to bet on at least a couple of hours before I felt anywhere near like going to sleep. So I made tea, filled my mug and headed upstairs, to my room. While Joseph, and especially Edward, enjoyed the blessing of virtual libraries on the tablets every night, I’d found a treasure trove of paperbacks in the many bookshelves all over the Manor. That December, Joseph had introduced me to one Márái Sándor, a Hungarian author he liked. He’d brought most of his books to the Manor before passing, so now I was able to enjoy the unique pleasure of reading a book w