Ghost Story Club Novel Novels & Stories

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

If the door was unlocked, they could have gone out and survived. I saw Jia glance at the empty seat beside me. I suddenly felt a chill. Dang. Don't tell me... One of their friends broke the chilling silence and scolded the storyteller. "Damn. Why are you telling such a spooky story this time? We are here to club!"

The lies tasted like ash, but the truth would taste worse. Eventually, the crowd thinned, men drifting out to smoke or crash in their rooms. Grim stayed at the table, watching, silent and steady. Emily disappeared upstairs with Sierra and Kayla, her eyes still lingering on Rhett’s back until she was gone. And that was when Ghost moved. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stepped out from the shadows near the hall, pale eyes fixed on Rhett like he’d been waiting all night. “Come with me,” Ghost said simply.

Carmoria. When the plane landed, I turned my phone back on. Messages poured in— all about Sonia. Of course. She lived for attention. That's why she made me propose a hundred times. Every rejection, every scene—perfect gossip bait. And I was the punchline. The headlines wouldn't stop: [Shocking! Sonia Quindt left waiting outside the County Clerk's Office—stood up?] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos!]

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

“I highly recommend never going this far down the hall.” “Hmmm why might that be?” If Justin wanted to scare me with stories it wouldn't work. I really didn't need a story of the creepy room down the hall. ‘Vampire.’ He mouthed at me before knocking. Oh... Vampire. I pictured the ruby eyed vamp friend living beside Justin. Shocked they haven't murdered each other yet. My stomach churned I think I could pass on this one. Thinking back to the white-haired vampire. All I could remember was tidy silver hair and ruby eyes which gleamed with killing intent. Not really anything good or bad about him. Besides the fact that he was a Vampire.

It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance. Elongated nails that were as black as the dark night. A body that seems to be fading she could almost call it a ghost if not for the fact that she was really looking at it. No form of nose, eyes mouth or ears, just a black foggy head. What was it? Suddenly, bright reddish orbs blazed open from the formless head and looked straight at her, spellbinding her that she just couldn't look away. There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it.

Sarah asks with a smirk. "This is not a joke, Sarah. But I am relieved it wasn't Austin who took that away. But I don't even know who this guy is," Ruth asks, concerned. "I don't know," I sigh, desperately trying to hold back my tears. Sarah, Ruth, and I head to Club Knight with a mission to uncover the identity of our mystery man. Sarah and Ruth assure me that the club keeps strict records of their customers. "No one goes unnoticed," they say. "Excuse me, we have a bit of a situation here," Ruth addresses the bartender on duty amidst the pulsating atmosphere of the club.

Clara's POV. Nine days had passed since I signed the contract and became Clara Cross on paper. Nine days. In just over a week, my life had turned completely upside down, and somewhere along the way, I realized refusing to break had become my only choice. The whole of America already knew the Ghost of Wall Street had a wife. Ironically, I found out the exact same way everyone else did. Through headlines and posts scattered across the internet. The Ghost of Wall Street Is Married. Who Is Clara Cross?