Novel & Cerita Ghost Story: Love Destiny

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

Ghost POV She screams in frustration, kicking at the floor. “Ghost!” I laugh darkly, palming my cock, stroking it as I watch her writhe. “Beg me. Admit I own you. Admit this isn’t infatuation. Admit it’s fucking love.” “Never,” she gasps. “Then I’ll keep you here all night.”

Every proposal she brushed off. Each one stabbed a little deeper. She finally got it—how rare his love was. And she'd wrecked it herself. Now he was gone for real, and she couldn't reach him. Regret hit hard. She wanted to fix it, but it was too late. She texted him again and again. Nothing. No reply. No sign. Just silence. That's when it sank in. Hedley was done. He didn't love her anymore.

Kiara “They’re not going to hear us. They’re not going to hear us,” Thomas said in such a serious tone that my blood ran cold. The living room was empty, without Jake, without Juliette, without anyone. There was a slight mess, plates, half-finished glasses of alcohol, bottles, and the smell of liquor mixed with food and perfume floating in the air. Outside, the voices of some wolves who were still drinking and enjoying themselves continued, but inside the house seemed suspended in sepulchral silence, the sepulchral silence of a love that was about to end, or that had already ended long ago, only he still did not know for certain.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

After that terrible situation that Frando and Caminito have ever experienced while under the coercion of another ghost-witch that once appeared in Destino’s room after danger occurred against Queen Deodria’s attempt. They both experience harming themselves after letting themselves go after the moment when a sudden spirit comes in from nowhere and gracefully stand herself wearing a feathery outfit and beaded hair and a face that full of scintillating pearls.

Liliana did not believe her, and immediately wanted to reject it, at that moment, a strange voice came from outside. "Welcome to the Eternal Land, I hope you guys will have a fun and amazing time at Eternal Academy." Liliana was so excited when hearing that. "Oh my God! Olivia, you're right! Did you learn through astrology or spiritual arts or something? " Olivia didn't say anything. She took Liliana's hand directly and dragged her to the door. Through the doorway, Olivia and Wiliana could see Pure was talking to someone. That was an old woman, probably ten thousand years old.

He just stared at me which in return, gave me disgust. "You already forgot me, huh?" He chuckled. "We met in Rocca last month and after 3 days of talking, you ghosted me." Oh! I ghosted him. "S-Sorry?" only I can say. I heaved a sigh. "I don't want to trifle away this chance to invite you in a coffee date before you will go home. Don't worry, I will drive you home." Huh? I already ghosted him already, right! It means that I don't want to be with him anymore. So, why he's still inviting me?