Novel & Cerita Ghost Reading A Book

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

Loren nodded while looking at the books that Ria had brought. Is that it? Why do we believe in something we have never seen? It was a thought that would have been going through her head if she had not seen that handsome ghostly figure last night. Ria looked back at Loren who was reading one of the books. Had Loren seen something like that too? “Loren… Have you ever seen a ghost?” she asked. “Me? Hmmm… No.” Ria raised her eyebrows at the answer. “Directly seeing that kind of sinister ghostly figure? No. Never… But I have felt or seen something else related to it…”

I added, then rolled my eyes at him. I saw him grinning, and I felt my heart pound again. He really reminds me of the guy that I was kissing the other night in the club! He really looks like Braddy, especially when he smiles. "And you really think I'm joking? I'm telling the truth. Ghosts exist here in the province," he continued. I rolled my eyes again and just held my breath. "I don't care. I'm not afraid," I answered and then sighed. He didn't speak and just shrugged his shoulders to continue reading. A few minutes passed, and I looked at my watch again, which is why I stood up from my seat. Manang Gina entered just in time and immediately approached me.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

Hi, I’m new here! Like, I was approved just earlier. I joined here because I love reading ghost stories. I know I don’t have a third eye, but I had several experiences about ghosts. However, it doesn’t really bother me that much at all. Actually, I really just want to read some ghost stories as a way to lull myself to sleep. But while I was reading, I felt encouraged to talk about my previous experience. I’m just going to share it, okay? It doesn’t bother me at all. Actually, I’ve been amazed by it back then and it hasn't changed even now. I hope you enjoy it too.

She flipped the page. There was something beneath it. A page she didn’t remember writing. But the ink was hers. The words were hers. And yet > “The one you forgot didn’t forget you.” “You buried blood, not the mind behind it.” “Check the mirror. The real ghost is the one still watching you breathe.” Her hand shook. She closed the book. CUT TO: DARK ROOM – UNKNOWN LOCATION Rafael stood before an old mirror. Shirtless. Scarred. Reassembled.

Poor one was sitting in peace under the warmth of the shelf. A guy beside keeps his gaze fixed on the shelf in front, yet his hands tremble to pull out any book. One or two times, his eyes fall on me and fear grasps them. He must be searching for a horror story. But I certainly don't look like a ghost! 'I highly doubt that–given the way you are holding your book.' Thud!

He growls and removes his hand that was around my throat. I don't know why but I did what he told me to do and got on my knees. He walked like a predator until he stood in front of me. “I'm not a fan of redheads but there's no way I'm letting Ghost have you,” I slowly brought my head up until our eyes met and my eyes widened when I gazed into his red eyes. I closed my eyes to try and calm myself down, reminding myself they are just contacts. I really need to stop reading so many fantasy books they are really getting to my head.

I raged, my anger finally exploding. "Found it!" She exclaimed as she lifted it up. It was her favourite novel she was currently reading, "Ghosts Book", that she found in one of the drawers. She started reading the series a few days ago, and ever since then, she has never gone anywhere without the book. It was something about supernatural creatures or something, I couldn't care less. "You need to be more advanced and tougher with your training, and you really have to watch your tone with me, young lady," she warned as she walked past me and went outside to meet my younger brother,r who was outside with Dad.

Even though he was only a soul, his temperament was extremely calm, exactly the same as Jessica's temperament before. Franka was okay, after all, she had read a lot of novels, so she could barely accept it. However, as a true three-good student, Razer had some doubts about whether his books had been read in vain. In this world! ! There really are ghosts! !