Novel & Cerita Ghost Story Club Novel

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Silas whispered to the empty room. He lay back, the cold stone against his skin, and listened to the distant, rhythmic thrumming of the Shadow Claws setting up their new empire. He was the Ghost of the North Tower, a man who had everything to say and no one who wanted to listen.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

“Shhhh. We are here at the mountain, there are lots of ghosts here, if they heard you crying they will get near here. Are you not afraid? WARNING: Hi Readers! Please don’t unlock the succeeding chapters. I need to edit some grammatical errors and please do understand. If this note has been removed, you may now continue! Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Thank you so much!

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!"

I added, then rolled my eyes at him. I saw him grinning, and I felt my heart pound again. He really reminds me of the guy that I was kissing the other night in the club! He really looks like Braddy, especially when he smiles. "And you really think I'm joking? I'm telling the truth. Ghosts exist here in the province," he continued. I rolled my eyes again and just held my breath. "I don't care. I'm not afraid," I answered and then sighed. He didn't speak and just shrugged his shoulders to continue reading. A few minutes passed, and I looked at my watch again, which is why I stood up from my seat. Manang Gina entered just in time and immediately approached me.

CLAIRE I thought I hated surprises. I was wrong. I was not built for every kind of truth. I thought confetti and balloons were the worst surprises. It turns out a living, breathing ghost is a far more effective party trick. A truly catastrophic one is a man who lies about his family, and then you stumble upon a skeleton in his closet.

The old clock in the safe house ticked faintly, as if silently counting the passage of time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Alicia held her breath and slowly made her way to the door, peering through the peephole. She saw a familiar face - the Ghost and Nova. Alicia let out a sigh of relief and opened the door to let them in. The Ghost was still tall and silent, with his long black hair neatly combed back and his electronic glasses reflecting cold light. Nova, on the other hand, appeared more alert, with her silver short hair looking like it had been dyed recently and her sharp gaze scanning every corner of the room.

The stalker was too kind to a bastard like him! All the more reason for Ricky to meet the stalker and befriend them. He didn't care who them might be, be it pixies like he guessed, or other beings, what's important is that they are kind and harmless. He continued devouring the scrumptious meal as he anticipated their face to face meeting soon. *** Noel Back in the library, Noel immersed himself by reading books about mythical creatures from the dark realm, or to be more exact, ghosts. As he absentmindedly flipped towards the pages while fully focused on the book, he didn't realize, that his surroundings had turned cold, abnormally cold.