Ghost Stand By Him Novels & Stories

After escorting the young recruits, the deity of 9th space went to the gathering place of the deities. “Oh, number nine!” Everyone was so excited to see the 9th deity. “Hey, I have a name. My name is Maley! Don’t call me number nine!”- The 9th deity always tries to look serious. “OMG! Maley! Are you still annoyed with names?”- the Perian deity said. Maley was about to say something when an old voice resounded: “Maley, Perian, you two just come here, don’t argue!”

"Go to hell to repent of your crimes." Chu Xun's tone was cold, and the True Energy burst out in his palm. "Boom!" Sick Ghost's arms explode directly, and his chest was dented and almost touched his back, as if it had been hit by a train. In addition, Sick Ghost's broken body flew backward, breaking through the wall and falling into the room he came out of before. Through the hole that Sick Ghost penetrated on the wall, one could see a dead young woman was lying on the bed, and Sick Ghost was kneeling beside the bed. Without his arms, he supported himself by leaning his head against the ground, showing a gesture of bowing and confessing.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Two minutes into the man's cigarette a black, luxury sedan which was very well looked after, pulls up and parks next to the sidewalk, right in front of the glass hotel doors. The man in the blue suit along with his entourage of five start moving forward towards the sedan. The man in the blue suit flicks his cigarette over the trunk of the sedan and watches it as it flies into the middle of the street, getting snuffed out by the tires of traffic. Even before the back door to the sedan is opened, the man in the blue suit abruptly comes to a halt. His head, unnaturally flings backwards as a little red dot appears in the middle of his forehead, sending a spray of red onto three of the men in his

He slides his eyepatch off to rub his hands over his face. “Lenora and Justice can handle themselves. Especially against Randall and Basalt. Your reaction was overkill.” Ghost pushes forward. “And since when do you give a shit what happens to Justice, anyway? Everyone knows you hate her.” “I don’t need to answer down to you, Ghost.” He lets his hand drop to his chest. “Know your fucking role.” “Yes, you fucking-” A knock on the door and the smell of cinnamon rolls makes Ghost stop in his tracks and fall back.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

Stefan I stay watching them, feeling uneasy about how close they are to him, even though I know it’s wrong. However, I still don’t like it. Ghost doesn’t help with the constant chanting of ‘Mate’ when he sees Harlyn wrapped around a guy, so I push him back, as the last thing I need is Ghost reacting. I waited, but she seemed too in her world to realise I was here and speaking to her. That she just left me and didn’t even say goodbye.