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My heart skips a beat when I read the notes. “There’s a note on the file saying two of the victims were reported dead.” I peer over the back of Caleb’s shoulder as another cold breeze hits us. “Is the pub closed off to the public?” “Nope.” He doesn’t look back. “The folk here like haunted shit. You should see all the tours they already do. Witches. Ghosts. Scotland’s built on folklore and mythology.” That could explain why humans aren’t as freaked out about nyxies as they should be. Maybe they just think it’s superstition. Who knows.

" 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.

Holly (grinning): “Stop looking like someone died. I’m literally right here.” Malik (voice cracking): “They put up missing posters.” Holly rolls her eyes so hard the ghosts laugh. Holly: “Tell them I ran away to join the circus. Or that I’m Elvis’s secret love child. Anything but the truth. Mortals can’t handle the truth.” She drags us to the bar, pours ghost-root beer that tastes real, and makes us dance until 3 a.m.

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

I snapped, the burn on my face adding to my irritation. William raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He was either getting used to my temper or seconds away from decking me. I felt the guilt creep in but wasn’t ready to say sorry, so I went back to pretending to read. Alexandra muttered something under his breath and turned his attention to his laptop, opening the Hellhounds site. “The legend also says he hanged himself,” he said. “But the guy’s got slit wrists now?” “And he’s swinging around an axe like some slasher movie villain,” William added, his tone skeptical. “Ghosts aren’t usually this… flexible.”

Ghosts must be real. The ghost stories here are too many to keep track of, although Leonard knew them all. "Which story is this ghost from, Leonard?" I had a bit of liquid courage left. Leonard didn't answer me but I had hope that he'd hit the security button at his desk. It was a silent alarm. Then it spoke. "I guess you could say a ghost and I share a few things in common, but no love, I'm no ghost. Tethered spirits and lost souls are what humans call "ghosts"."

she stopped talking, momentarily speechless. “What?” “Ghosts. A lot of them.” They were standing on the opposite side of the stream, looking at her. They were old – all of them died centuries ago. “This isn’t like…the Dracula’s castle, is it?” “You mean the Impaler?” “Yeah, that one.” “No…but a lot of people must have died here. Lots of wars.” “Yes,” she said, shuddering, “I think I want to go inside.” “You don’t want to try--”

the brunette Moroi challenged her friend. "I'm not checking out shit because there's nothing to check out! You guys are just trying to scare me." "I swear, Lana. I really heard it this time," Iris said as she took a step back. "Heard what," I repeated more loudly, not bothering to hide my irritation this time. "The ghost of Sadira Ivashkov," Gwyneth morbidly replied. "A ghost," I asked dryly. Two of them nodded their heads while Lana just looked at them uneasily. "You seriously expect me to believe that? How dense do you think I am?"

“Sorry if it sounded that way.” “Let’s just say our parents were like Angelina Jolie and Madonna,” I explained, and our three guests nodded, hoping they understood and believed my brief explanation. Gen suddenly cut in, changing the topic. “Grandma told us stories about this place, being haunted by ghosts, and one time your family was accused of being -” “Vampires?” I continued. Aarush hissed, showing his perfect white teeth. “If I’m a vampire, I want to bite this woman in front of me and make sure to drain her blood.”

That is just disgusting I said looking at the dead body, the head looks familiar I have seen it somewhere but don't know where I can't put my finger on it I watch The body , I don't feel scared anymore, ' what if his ghost comes to disturb you my inner goodness said, I ignored her, there's no such thing as ghost . I i placed it into a trash bin. What a shame he was wasted for my sake, I felt pity, I felt guilt. Why do people have to kill each other just to pass a message? This is the 21st century. People can easily call someone and threaten them over the phone rather than killing people. This is just stupidity.