Ghost Sam Novels & Stories

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

And there, I saw a ghost smile creeping in his lips. Tinignan ko ang mga mata nitong parang kumikinang dala sa ilaw ng buwan. It’s confirmed. I’m being carried by the amber eyed alien. ==============;> PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE AND FOLLOW. THANKS A LOT BABY WEIRDOS. FOR MORE IMPORTANT UPDATES PLEASE VISIT THE FOLLOWING: F******k: Sam Velasquez F* Page: Samx Writes Twitter: @Oddly_Weird_Mis

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

She didn’t entered into Marylyn she wanted her to enjoy her moment with Manuel but she couldn’t sit and watch them having sex and she disappears back to the hospital walking around only for she to see a woman crying and she stood staring at the woman and the woman stood up and walks to her and she says to her “ Can you see me? The woman asks in tears and Evelyn looks around because as far as she knows no one has seen her since her death. “ Can you see me? She replied with a question. “ Yes, I can see you” the woman says. “ Meaning we can see each other right? Evelyn asks. “Yes” the woman answered. “ Why are you crying? She asked the woman. “ My husband mistress asked that I should be killed

❤️ Ghosted ❤️ It was almost 9:30 pm and Samira was seen coming out from a shopping mall with some groceries in her hands. She headed towards a blue Nissan Qashqai car, opened the boot and threw her shopping bag filled with groceries in and closed the boot. And soon she drove off the premises of the shopping mall.

Not saying a word to her, I climbed aboard and in an instant; we were in the air, flying back to Georgia. The whole flight, my mind kept replaying the scenes of the party, over and over again. I guess I was trying to find a loophole in the whole happenstance, something that would convince me that it was all a hallucination because there was no way I saw my fiancée. Samantha died. That one I knew with everything inside of me. And so did everyone else. So for her to be suddenly… undead. It did not make sense at all. Had we been in some paranormal universe, some wicked planet out of this universe, then yeah sure. The possibility of seeing the dead among the very living folks would be high, and

Luis sat uneasily for a while, while feeling at the mercy of this man he was yet to see. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Salamanca said while emerging from the shadows. The man was short and stocky, with a mustache and protruding stomach. Luis also noticed that he had a rosary on his neck. Dressed in khaki shorts, and oversized T-shirt, Salamanca looked more like a service man than a criminal boss. He took his seat on a chair adjacent to theirs. “I’m so sorry about your brother.” Luis said , while trying to ‘water’ the ground.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.