Ghost's Son Novels & Stories

Helen cautioned her. "No it's fine, it's fine, let her ask, she is still a kid. You see Sarah, my son came looking for me here, ghosts attacked him and left him for dead. I heard him screaming for help and I tried to rescue him but by the time I got to where he was, he was covered in the pool of his own blood. With pains I watching him take his last breath and gave up the ghost so I took his body and buried it there." "That's sad, the ghosts attacked us too. It's so painful because you will never get to see your son again."

I state as I let go of Ghost, pushing him into the table he had set up with his drugs. The drugs go everywhere as I Ghost gasps for breath. Fucking asshole. I’d kill him right now, but that's not part of the mission. Part of me hopes he fucks up again so I can kill him. I know if he fucks up again and tries anything like he did tonight, I will get to keep my promise of hand delivering his soul to Death on a silver platter. Ari comes to my side and links her arm with mine. Shadows swarm around us and teleport us right to the cabin. Ari looks at me. “What did Ghost mean by you really being the son of Death?” She asks quietly as she tries to step away from me.

she yelled, and I rolled my eyes. "Of course he is. Everyone on the hill says he's in charge of drug production and Blake's right-hand man. "They are friends." She defended him. " Ghost belongs to a traditional family It is San Diego, his mother is a judge and his father is a successful lawyer. I opened and closed my mouth in boredom. "You don't answer my question." She played the hands up as if he didn't believe my words.

But now… After realizing something, Henry’s expression changed. He did not know if he should be sad or excited. A mixture of emotions made him look like a lunatic. So, Ghost was his son, and here he thought that it was nothing but myths. He cleared his throat and called out, “Son, you… I am your father. I am asking you to let me go.” Mark looked at Henry and nodded his head. At least this man was not as stupid as he thought. Maybe Ghost might feel sentimental towards his father, and he might let them go.

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

"None of your business, Big Guy. You owe my dad a sidewalk." Adrian grabbed the boy’s shoulder. The contact sent a jolt through his system—a familiar, electric spark. The boy’s scent was masked by cheap laundry detergent, but underneath... underneath was the scent of cedarwood and rain. The scent of the ghost who had marked him five years ago and vanished into the night. "Nathan," Adrian barked without looking back at his Beta. "Sir?" "Secure the perimeter. Find the father. Now." Samuel saw the crowd before he saw his son.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

Amanda heard noises but ignored them, she was very sensitive, she kept her mother busy, by giggling and tapping her hard on the plain jokes she threw Mercy was heartbroken with how harsh her mom was towards her, she left sobbing, went to her and cried her heart out. Melina was curious with her giggles, she was tempted to get closer and spy on them, but did not The next day being Sabbath Angela and her daughter woke up early to complete their chores before leaving for church. The elders were still asleep, they had to ask for permission before they could leave, Marcy saw them fully dressed and went close by to ask them. “Are you leaving?” Marcy was broken, she thought they were leaving for goo

"Your father is dying. Only you can save him. The doctor said if we don't pay soon, they'll stop treatment–" "Where's Logan?" I asked coldly. "Didn't he say he'd take care of you? Shouldn't he step up?" "H-He and his wife disappeared days ago. We can't reach them. I heard from your aunt that they've fled town." Of course they did. It was ironic. "Evan, I know we were wrong. We shouldn't have treated you that way." She was out of breath. "Please come back. Save your father. He doesn't have much time left!"

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon