Ghost Reading A Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ghost explained. I closed my eyes and stopped pretending, letting out a sigh of pain and tiredness. It took a few minutes for us to arrive because Ghost was moving slowly, precisely so as not to hurt me anymore. I know the exact moment I enter the Imperial bedroom and open my eyes, Ghost lets go of my waist and I stagger, but I make it to the bed and lie down. My vision simply blacked out. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Goddess, I hated that word almost as much as I hated keeping up with Alpha Hunter’s ruse. Setting my breakfast down on a nearby table, Sterling hummed quietly. As he turned, his lips twitched clearly fighting a smile. “Actually, I was referring to you sleeping in the library, but by all means you may continue.” I gave him a flat glare which coaxed a chuckle from him, “Fine, but remember you’re the one who said it, not me.” His eyes dropped, scanning my rumpled clothes with interest. “Did you know a ghost roams this very library? Some old scholar type who died of a heart attack in the armchair right over there by the window. He tells me you found something but won’t elaborate on what it is.”

As time went on I busied myself with stocking a fresh set of newly released stack of books near the counter as I straightened them in a way that would get the customers attention. As i worked and cleaned my mind keeps shifting back to him. Still rattled from his disappearance last night, I mean I should be scared he’s not human his ghostly disappearance confirmed that but still I wasn’t.. Even now a part of me still anticipates his presence, it’s like I could feel him here.. If he’s here, he’ll show himself. He always does. I’m halfway through adjusting a crooked row of paperbacks when the temperature shifts and It drops just enough to make my fingers pause against the spine of a book.

But the images kept bleeding through, sharp and fast, like shards of broken glass: * A lock clicking on the outside of a door. * The muffled sound of her own voice begging. * Laughter, low and cruel, in the next room. Emily pressed her palms hard against her eyes until the pressure blotted it out. She wasn’t ready. Not yet. ________________ “Too loud in there?” She dropped her hands, startled. Ghost had appeared at her side, silent as always, moving like smoke. He didn’t sit, didn’t hover. Just leaned against the wall a few feet away, arms folded.

he muttered, dragging a shaky hand through his hair. But he didn’t move away. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t ask it to stop. Instead… He leaned back into the mattress… and let the ghost linger. --- That day didn’t end with more touches. No teasing brushes of fingers. No sudden weight curling behind him in bed. Instead, it ended with words. Soft taps against his skin. Whispers too faint to catch fully but present enough to chase sleep from his eyes. Letters drawn on fogged glass. Fingers tracing invisible messages across his forearm while he sat on the couch, pretending to focus on reruns he wasn’t really watching.

But then, right there and then before my eyes, blank pages started appearing, sewing their pages against the spine. "Goodness!" I stood frozen. It was a wonder seeing something spooky as a book stitching its own pages together. What more is there for me to see? "Put your right palm on one blank page, Chosan." Without hesitating a second time, my shaky hand stretched over to the book. The hissing sound got fiercer the closer I came in contact with the black page. As soon as my palm touched it, my head snapped back. My mouth gaped and I could literally see several texts rushing in through my mouth. Then all of a sudden, my body dissolved into a puff of smoke.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized that it was emanating from the large, old book laid out on the table before us. As Aunt Agatha guided me to a chair and seated me, my eyes were drawn to the book, its pages glowing with a deep purple hue that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. As my fingertips brushed against the weathered cover of the Book of Shadows, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the very essence of the book pulsed with ancient power, alive and vibrant beneath my touch. "What... what is this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the hushed confines of the cottage. But the book remained sile

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.

A big part of me was scared too. Exasperatedly, she waved her hand and the same book that Jace gifted me appeared in front of us. She waved her fingers in the air. The book opened, and the pages began to turn itself. Now she was frightening me. "Read," She gestured with her eyes at the page. I had started to feel sick to my stomach. I was trying hard not to get on my feet and ran away from her office without looking back. Forwarding, I leaned over the book. My eyes darted on the highlighted letters. When I was done with the reading, my big eyes turned to her. She wasn't kidding. It was clearly written what she told me about the reborn thing.