Ghost Story: Love Destiny Romane & Geschichten

And it all had to do with one word: DESTINY. Oh no. Oh great God no. Garrix quickly pieced it together. Zayne and Scarlett had crossed paths. And without even knowing it, they've known eachother's pheromones. And if they don't reconnect soon, they'd rather break every bone in their body before die trying. It was by nature for two beings to be bound by destiny to become... ...to become... ...to...become-- "Principal Garrix?" Kairos pulled his sleeve like a child. The said man blinked finally once out of his thoughts. He recomposed himself, letting out a short dry cough. "Yes, Ms. Finnegan?"

I was surprised to see Giovanna appear at the window of his house but her face was not good at all, she was trying to say something to me that I didn't understand right " HELP" - she screamed in desperation I think that was the only word she could shout, after that I saw her being pulled into the house by a guy I had never seen before. Less than a minute later I heard a gunshot, which generated even more screaming. After the screaming, another shot was fired and and everything was silent " My God" - I whispered to myself, scared

Tracey said praying someone would come along and help her pry him off "But you love me you said so your self" Felix said looking hurt. Tracey wanted to hurt him more by saying 'That was then till I found out it was all a temporary mist confusing me' but hey who was she kidding she fell in love with him at first sight. Oh don't get her wrong she also felt something for Justin but that was nothing compared to that she felt for Felix was far stronger. You see experts say that after tragic things happen the people we get closest to we end up using them for our healing process and that was exactly what she did to Justin used him to heal over Felix

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

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I take my phone and open it, clicking quickly on his text. But all I see is a sad emoji. .... He’s sad? He’s sad and here I am devastated. I love Sterling. I love him more than I want to admit. He’s an amazing person and I do not want to lose him. I really don’t, but this is too much for me. First, knowing that he is an actual ghost. I mean that did a number on me but I accepted that.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

"How do we contact you again if we need guidance?" Her voice comes as little more than a whisper on the mist: "Through the Lens itself. As the Convergence approaches, your connection to me will strengthen naturally. Trust your abilities, trust each other, and remember—fear corrupts, but love purifies." With those final words, she dissolves completely into the mist, leaving us alone among the gravestones with the leather pouch and more questions than answers. "Well," I say after a moment of stunned silence, "that was unexpected."

she gasped, “but they’ll haunt you.” I stepped forward, gripping Ace’s wrist. “Wait.” His eyes flashed. “Sentiment again?” “Strategy,” I lied, my pulse roaring. “She’s more alive.” Esther’s laugh echoed as Ace slammed the knife into the wall beside her head. “Pray I don’t change my mind.” --- Rain lashed the rooftop as I confronted him, the city below a smudge of shadows. “Who is she talking about?” Ace lit a cigarette, the ember flaring. “A ghost.”

I whispered, each word carefully chosen, aimed like daggers at his guilt. For once, silence hung between us. Heavy, suffocating silence. Women know how to be cunning when they must. And right now, all I had was that. If he wouldn’t listen to reason, then perhaps guilt could chip away at the wall around his heart. I stared up at him, at the man fate had tethered me to, and wondered again why the moon goddess had chosen him. Maybe it was punishment. Maybe it was destiny. Or maybe—just maybe—it was because I was meant to change him.