Ghost Stand By Him Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

“You think this is funny?” His eyes widened. He shook his head so fast I thought he might give himself whiplash. “No.” He stuttered. “No, sir. I promise.” I pointed at the screen. “Who did this?” He swallowed. “Uh… By the looks of it…” He hesitated. “It looks as if it was…” He pointed at the ghost. “… Ghost.”

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

Leah lunged forward. “Stop! Don’t touch him! He’s still here, I know he is!” “Ma’am,” the doctor said gently, “his heart stopped. There’s nothing left we can do.” Ghost suddenly stepped forward. His voice was low, rough, but steady. “You’re wrong.” The doctor blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Ghost snapped. “You’re wrong. He’s not gone.” “Son,” another doctor started, his voice soft, “I know this is hard, but—”

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.”

We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful. "East City…" Frank mused to himself. "Could it be the one you call Ghost, whom you've mentioned before?" "It's none other than him. I understand that your strength is weakened outside Shagan, but—" "Nobody moves!" Before Frank and Jouri could finish, a group of thugs wearing blood-red ghost masks and with their hair dyed in a variety of colors, kicked open the cafe door. "Everyone, on your knees! Hand over all your money!" "No! It's The Ghosters!"

I’m guessing if his eyes were open, I’d see tears blurring them. “You should be on the fuckin’ farm Phelan, why the fuck are you this far away from it?” Ghost growls from beside me. he’s not stepped between us but when I look down I see he’s got one foot in front of the other like he’s ready to bounce forward if he needs to.