Ghost Rider Crossover Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s a potion that will protect you if Ghost tries to drug you. He’s not a good person, Pet, and he will like what he sees when it comes to you. Ghost isn’t smart, and he will openly flirt with you because he thinks I’m his buddy. He’s ballsy enough to drug you in front of me. I won’t be able to say anything because if I do, you and I both know he will end up dead, and that can’t happen yet. The potion will protect you, so even if he drugs you, it won’t matter as you will be fine. If he drugs you, Sasha will know, and you will need to act high, so he thinks whatever he gives you is working. He might have another motive than just wanting to rape you, so you play along with his games until t

"I just got Doll back, so what do you mean he was taken?!" "There was a portal and something pulled them through." Jinx struggled to explain as Hades dragged him into the bedroom with Guru. Guru looked nearly feral as he stepped back from the blankets and mattress he'd torn to shreds. His mind was reeling. What was happening to his no-fur? Maybe they didn't have the unbreakable bond that Hades and Doll obviously did, but Guru was in love with Spitfire. Horrible thoughts kept assaulting his brain. Were they hurting him? Spitfire was strong, but he was happy at the Rodeo. Pampered. What if they were torturing him? How dare they touch what was his? Guru felt the destructive rage rising again.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him, trying to avoid the flying bullets. Amidst the chaos, Ghost lost his grip on Ciara. Before he could turn around to react, he saw her being pulled away toward a large black van, a hand over her mouth. His eyes flashed red, he tried to get to her, but there was a lot of gunfire. He fisted his hands, his eyes slowly turned amber, and just when he was about to let go, he felt a grip on his shoulders. “Not today, Ghost,” Ryder whispered in a small voice to him.

The last thing I saw was Cross falling. You said it. No taksies. He growled like the devil, and everything went black. A/n: more chapters incoming. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

And instead of firing him on the spot, my cock had throbbed like it remembered exactly how tight he felt while I pumped him full with my cum. He’s dangerous. His guts plus the way he made me feel. Anger. Lust. And worse… curiosity, made him seem dangerous to me. That spark of life I’d buried after my father caught me with the neighbor’s son at sixteen and tortured me for months, with threats that if I ever loved a man or made it known openly, he’d destroy everything I hold dear was beginning to stir up. I became the Ghost and enjoyed the anonymous parties, escorts I paid well and never saw twice. Rough, no-strings breeding sessions where I stayed in complete control. No emotions. No repeats.

He frowned deeply, staring at me in confusion. I understood why he was making that expression. After all, I pursued Victor Whitmore passionately for three months in my freshman year, shocking the entire school. After learning that Victor liked to stargaze at the observatory, I went through great trouble to find meteorite fragments and personally made a star necklace for him. I risked disciplinary action for missing curfew to spend more time with him. I spent three consecutive months camping out at the law school library, pretending like I was just passing by so I could accompany him during his late-night studies.

Of leather and pine and something deeper I couldn’t name. “I hate you,” I whispered into the pillow. “I hate that I miss you.” The room spun a little, my chest heavy. I closed my eyes and let sleep drag me under. CHRIS POV I ignited the engine of my black mustang. I was going to see Ixora. I felt like we kicked it off two days ago and I wanted to see if I could build on that, especially since Ronan and her had a fall out. The sweet smell of tulips amused me as I walked pass Ronan's garden.

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

Above us, a gray bridge stretched into the air, the fog from before now gone. “RUN!” he yelled. “Through that door! NOW!” I ran without a second thought. Silia screamed—a storm and a sob all at once. Her form twisted into a mass of thrashing tentacles and roots as she lunged at us. The Courier held the door open, his body glowing from the mark. I jumped through the violet light coming from him. At the end, the red door waited. The moment I touched the threshold— Then darkness consumed me. * [Wake up, Phoenix!].

Jolie POV The mountain wind cuts through my leather jacket as we race away from Nightshade Estate. Seven bikes roaring through tight curves, engines screaming, putting distance between us and the trap that almost closed. Ryder leads, Knox and Cass flanking, Luna and Phoenix covering the rear as Gio rides beside me, his face grim with determination. My hands shake on the handlebars. The adrenaline from our escape is fading, leaving behind cold reality. Celeste played me. My father tried to sell me to Council remnants while I demonstrated my empathic power in front of witnesses who'll use it against me. And I ran once again.