Ghost Stories Club Novels & Stories

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others. All of the captains agreed. After a very long time, everyone has come. They rapidly started the meeting. There are 8 captains, they are very wealthy, and everyone respects them. In the splendid meeting room, there was a long desk. Pure is the host, with 8 captains sitting around her. Pure waved her hand, a big globe appeared, it looked like a beautiful planet. “This is Domin planet of some species like unicorns and phoenix, this is also the place where the crossbred was born in my dream.”

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!"

“Though… the heir of Castelli bleeding in the streets is still an image none of us can quite ignore, is it?” “Careful,” I said softly, cold slipping into my tone. “If the image unsettles you, imagine how the Ghost Clan will make you look when they’re finished. Weak. Dead. Forgotten.” His smirk faltered, only slightly. “Bah,” Enzo interrupted, waving his hand. “The Ghost Clan, the Ghost Clan. They’re shadows. Legends. Every decade someone claims they’ve returned, and every decade it’s bullshit.” Antonio’s laugh was sharp. “Tell that to the men bleeding out after the ambush.”

A thud sound was heard inside the club and the music was stopped. “What happened? Why is the music stopped? This is bad” I said drunkenly, leaning on my dance partner. Others were also angry, and all of a sudden people were leaving the room without saying anything and that felt weird. “What's going on? Is there a ghost inside?” I chuckled drunkenly, and the guy I was resting on pushed me away slowly, and ran out of the club. “What did he see? Huh… my best man!” I exclaimed running after him.

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."

Shouts of praise and cheers filled the room after my performance again tonight. I am standing on the blood-stained ground that people lost their lives on yesterday, but nobody seems to care. Nobody is behaving like something as horrible as murder happened in this same room and in front of everybody's eyes. I might be wrong, but I think this is more than being loyal to the boss. I mean, are they not scared that the same thing might happen to them too? Where do they get the heart and courage to return to this club even after such incidents? What makes them stick to this club? Are they bound by an oath or what? I feel there must be something deep about this. The terms and conditions of joining

Alex narrowed his eyes, but didn't disturb her, and instead, went behind his work table to sit and read through the document his assistant sent to him. The day passed like that with both doing what they liked. Peaceful. *** Music blasts out from a large building situated in the middle of the city. It was a high-end club, luxurious and mysterious and that club is named the Goose Club. The club has always been mysterious and has been said to be owned by one of the aristocratic families, but some said it was being backed by the underground world, because of the power it holds. There were so many rumours, but even after 5 years since the club was built, no one has found out who the real owner of

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

She needs to call Betty; the girl has started suspecting that something was going on that her best friend was not telling her which was true. How can you tell your best friend that there is a ghost that lives in your apartment and you are friends with the ghost? Especially when this best friend knows that every male in your life who had shown kindness to you, you ended up falling for the person. No, Maisie agreed again with her former thoughts, there was no way she would tell Betty that she was sharing her apartment with a ghost and besides she isn't dumb enough to fall for a ghost. No matter how much he gets her, or how amazing his brain is, or how he manages to take care of her problems or