Ghost Stand By Him Novels & Stories

His voice burned my soul like I was going to turn into ashes. I will die! My throat dried up. I couldn’t breathe and my brain was shutting down. “My blue angel,” he whispered. I let out a shaky breath to calm myself down. How can I forget, I was his blue angel? And just like that, in one swift movement, I was turned around to face him. My hands landed on his hard chest due to the sudden action. I wanted to pull them to my sides but it was as if my hands were stuck. I didn’t dare to look up.

Manuel said and he places her in the bath tub. “ You mean you have bath for me so many times? When was that? She asks. “ Don’t even start honey “ he says. His cellphone rang. “ Excuse me” He says and goes to pick his cellphone on the bed and he started speaking with the caller on the phone. Evelyn ghost sits on the couch and it will pace around with tears on her face. Evelyn mother and Father goes into their son’s ward and they wept. “I cannot lose my first son, no way” he says.

“And this is Suea. Yes. He is a weretiger, but he is no threat. He is an ally.” “How can we trust you?” Ghost steps towards Saint. “You abandoned us for months. You let Bronx block you like a fucking weak wolf and we were all treated like shit.” “Saint, what the Hell is wrong with Ghost?” I whisper while we listen to our best friend chew us out. “No idea, but I’m about to put an end to it.” He says in an unnervingly calm tone. “What do you mean put an en-” Without warning, Saint leaps forward and tackles Ghost, grabbing him by the neck and bringing him down to the ground. He leans his larger body heavy on Ghost who struggles to break free. Saint’s growl rumbles the ground, and he clamps down

He gave him a sign language, that gangs like them give to each other so that third parties wouldn't understand My airflow was restricting "y...you're hurting m..me", I struggled to say those words out. Ghost with his huge musculature came close to me, clapping his hand modestly, "Well well, you think you are smart isn't it?" He took his eyes and looked at me from my head down to my feet lustfully, he at me until he met my eyes, he took closer steps towards me his lips were very close that I felt his hot breath on my face he used his index finger to move the hair covering my eyes behind my ear.

Easy Street saluted the men with his machete, then faded into nothing, a faint wisp of black smoke curling up from where the ghost had stood. “I’ve about had my fill of this voodoo undead bullshit,” said Fernández. “Let’s go find the boss and figure out our next steps.” They found him less than a minute later, crumpled in a heap on the floor. “Oh, fuck, Jonesy. That rat bastard wasn’t lying,” said Fernández, kneeling beside him. The Golem growled, a sound from deep in his chest so low that it was felt rather than heard. “Can you carry him?” asked Fernández.

The tide turned in an instant, five against two becoming five against a dozen, and the Ghost saw it happen in real time. He didn’t panic. That was the unsettling part — no scramble, no fear, just a small, almost respectful nod, like a man conceding a hand of cards rather than fleeing a fight. “Reinforcements. Clever.” His pale eyes found mine one last time through the chaos. “You fight well together. Almost enough to make me reconsider. Almost.” Then he was moving, slipping through the study’s side door with the calm of someone who’d mapped his exit long before he’d ever walked in.

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say. And ever bone in my body was screaming that something was wrong, that I should run, hide, cry. But my feet stayed rooted, eyes fixed on the man with the skull for a face. For him to interrupt this occasion, he must have something really important. "I'm not your enemy," Ghost continued smoothly, as though he hadn't just hijacked an entire foundation event and plunged the crowd into dread. "I'm simply here to open your eyes." I looked around. No one moved. No one spoke. Even the music had stopped. Everyone was listening.

Ghost arrived like a storm. No knock. No greeting. Just the door swinging open and him walking in with two duffel bags and a laptop under his arm. He looked the same as always, hoodie, boots, hair a mess, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “Where can I set up?” he asked. Matteo pointed. “This way.” Ghost didn’t wait. He brushed past all of us, muttering under his breath about “idiots who think they’re smarter than they are.”