Ghost Stand By Him Novels & Stories

I was going to walk out quietly, i don't even need ice cream anymore. "His name is ghost no body knows his real name" he continued and now i need to listen, I'm too curious to just leave now. "He took my pet from me, i know she belonged to him for a while. Kill him and be over with it" Kill him, he just asked for whoever he's talking with to kill ghost... I can't let them just kill ghost, i can't let them even hurt ghost!! I touched my necklace the one with mine and daddy's voice on it.

And then he smiled. “Ghost,” he said softly, almost like a man greeting an old acquaintance. “I’ have been waiting for you.” Ghost’s face was bloodied and bruised, his lips split, his left eye nearly swollen shut. Yet there was still defiance in his eyes, the flicker of pride refusing to die. Adrian chuckled. “You really thought you could sneak into my estate… disguised?” he shook his head, a dark laugh slipping past his lips. “You’re losing your edge.”

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

He walked onto the stage and reached out, trying to shake my hand, pretending to be a magnanimous veteran. "Congratulations. Lucky race, kid." He spoke through clenched teeth in a low voice. I looked at his hand suspended in the air and didn't move. I walked straight past him to the host and took the microphone from his hand. Then I turned and aimed the microphone at the live broadcast cameras. "Today, I'm standing here not only because of luck." My voice passed through the massive speakers, spreading across the entire circuit and into the livestream. The whole place went quiet. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

I gulped, refusing to say anything, but my silence already gave her the answer she was looking for. She let out an audible exhale. Looking like she could not believe what she was hearing. "There has to be another way." Faye started pacing around with her fingers massaging her forehead like she was having a migraine while biting on one side of her bottom lip. "We just have to think." "There is no other way Faye." I stated "once I'm dead, she would not be able to use my body for anything anymore. I'll be useless and demons can't walk the earth without a host."

You may ask, because the last time he ghosted her was on a similar night like yesterday and Anjali did not want the history to repeat so she made up her mind to visit him and collect the bag from the mall which she forgot yesterday and head back home. She drove her car to his current house, parked the car out and marched straight in as if she owned the place. His house was quiet, clean and calm She looked around and found him on the sofa, fast asleep, his hands folded across his chest, eyes shut close. He had worn a white shirt, his reading glasses were still on and the book he was reading last lay in between his folded arms, hugging tightly. Sadly! Anjali won’t know that it was not the book

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

“I can show you.” “Show me, how?” I say. I’m more serious now. “I can prove to you that I’m a ghost.” He stands up. “By walking through a wall or something?” I chuckle loudly. “No. Just trust me, okay?” He gestures for me to stand up and I do too. I nod tentatively. This better not be a prank. Or I will make him an actual ghost by killing him. Sterling walks towards the wall. His strides are purposeful. He then stands next to the light switches.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.