Novel & Cerita Ghost Rider Fanfiction

Gia yelled to me as she stepped our of the cave in my mind & into the flames. "Call Razor, he can portal us. I'll lead the way, we need to go though, NOW!" She screamed at me through the flames that burned in my mind. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I knew I needed to listen to her so I screamed for Razor as I began making my way towards where I sensed he was, cutting down every rogue that dared to step in my path. I heard him let out a ferocious growl when he heard me scream, & I knew he was ripping apart everything in his path to get to me as well. When he finally came into view I made my way to him as quickly as possible. When I got to him he tilted his head to look at me qu

The praise was more sexy than demeaning. “Wait.” “What?” “I came here with Adam and Clara. I have to let them know I’m leaving.” Ghost pulled out his phone and called someone to explain the issue. He snapped the phone back into his coat and climbed on the bike. “Wait” “What?” His patience wasn’t waning, putting me at ease. “Where are we going?” “You said you trusted me.” Ghost’s motorcycle purred to life. “Wait.” “What?” “I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

I put the full weight of my Stormriven heritage into a single, sharp slap that echoed like a gunshot through Silverfang Hall. Tristan’s head snapped to the side. The silence that followed was absolute. "What the hell is wrong with you, Xender?" "We’re even now, Tristan. For the slap in the bedroom, for the three years of silence, and for every lie you told yourself about my worth." "Xender... your scent... it’s changing. You’re not just leaving the house, are you?" "I’m leaving the memory of you. If you or your lapdog ever cross my path again, I won't use my hand. I’ll use the full power of the Ghost to erase the Blackmoor name from the maps. Does that stay on topic enough for you?"

Gia groans and takes my hand. “Let’s go. When the two of them start, they go all day with the kissing.” I smile as I glance at them. They seem like how my parents used to be. “Oh, okay.” “Cap, wait,” her mother says. “Brandi, I’ll see you at dinner.” “Okay,” I reply as Gianna pulls me out of the room, but not before I take one last look at him. Suddenly, everything goes black. “Fenice.” “Tes?” Wasn’t I with Gianna?

I don’t really know. Ghost was supposed to pick her up at the airport. At the last minute, I told Ghost I’d do it. “Get one of those pick-up signs,” he said, chuckling, tossing over the keys to my 918 Spyder. I groaned. Since Las Vegas, he’d been giving side comments about how I was acting like a schoolboy excited to see his crush the next school day. “Shut the fuck up, Ghost!” I slammed the door so hard, I cringed as my favorite car rattled. “Fuck.”

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.

“You are remembering things. Just not in the order we’d hoped. A day doesn’t go by that you don’t offer some new bit of information.” “I will be old and grey before I remember my name,” she complained. He looked deep into her eyes. Although they still had that pulling effect on him, he no longer felt as if he was falling down the rabbit hole with no rope to grab. Instead, he felt a cozy, warm sensation in his core that generally led to his pecker standing at attention and the two of them going at it like rabbits. It was a type of connection between them that he couldn’t describe properly. It was a feeling like no other. “It doesn’t matter what your name is anymore. You’re my Angel and

he said defiantly, trying to get up. He lunged at me. I dove out of his way and drew my shard down in his back with everything I had, praying I hit his spine. We both fell on the floor with a thud, only a few feet apart. I could see his eyes. “That’s for Noora, you motherfucker, she knew what you were,” I whispered as he stopped moving and drew his last breath. The door burst open, shaking the floor beneath me, just as I blacked out.

The feeling was like this there was this part of me that blooms while staring at him even just for a few seconds. "So, what do you think about my brilliant idea?" he continued this time, with a glimmering smile on his face. "My name is Ghino Frost, by the way. Just like you, I was betrayed and cheated by the ones I loved the most." Ghino's proposal completely tempts me as it makes me realize the reason why would I dream of someone impossible. Dylan is my best friend. And it seems that my kind of dream of holding his hands, kissing his lips, and making love with him forever stays in my subconscious. Dylan and I will never happen.