Ghost X Jade Novels & Stories

I shouted, hoping someone would hear. “And you are?” a woman’s authoritative voice called down from above. “I’m—” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. “Yes! I didn’t quite get that! You’ll have to speak up!” “I’m Jade . . . Jade Ishola!” I finally said, thinking, 'What’s the point of lying now?' “Welcome to the Family, Jade,” the woman said. Seven columns of bamboos raised, creating a passage through the wall. “He was meant to leave you alone in the forest. We can’t afford to have anyone weak among us again.”

“I apologize for speaking as if you weren’t here, Bella. I’m Giana, and I’m so happy to meet you. Come with me; I want to know everything.” And just like that, my mother stole my girlfriend away and forgot I even existed. Gio said from his seat at the table, “Damn, that was brutal. I’m glad I’m no longer the only one on Mom’s ‘baby’ radar, though, so thanks for that.” Gio’s a year younger than I am and found his mate a few weeks after he turned eighteen. Mom’s been pushing for a grandchild from him ever since. “It’s good to see you, too. Is Dad in his office still?”

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

Few weeks later. It was dark at night. Grace, in her zombie form, climbed up on the glass surface of a penthouse straight to the top pest floor. She hanged on with both hands and swung her body back, brought it back on the glass. The glass shattered and she made her way in. She got out of the room she entered into the hallway sneaking through. Bright lights glowing enough to blind came on suddenly. Alarm blared all over the penthouse. She turned round and round in amazement. Some gunned rushed to the hallway down from where she was.

The pain stung badly. Giordana pushed past me with hasty steps and some seconds later the sharp light reflected on my figure. I heard her footsteps approaching me until she stopped in my front. On seeing my face, a flash of recognition passed her eyes. She screamed again when her gaze wandered downwards. I followed her line of sight and was met with a view of the crimson liquid seeping from the wound. On lifting my head to stare at her, I saw a carving knife in her hand stained with blood.

The elevator doors opened before we reached them. Tristan stepped out immediately. The second his eyes found me, relief hit his face so hard it physically hurt to look at. Then he noticed my expression. Then the flickering reflections behind me. Then the cracked mirrors forming slowly across several parked cars. His relief vanished instantly. “What happened?” Jade pointed at me dramatically. “The city’s haunted and your girlfriend is apparently Bluetooth-connected to ghost infrastructure.” “Jade,” Dom muttered. “What? I’m coping.” Tristan ignored both of them and moved directly to me.

Stille laid over the platform. Nova and Silas stared at me unconstitutional. Kael approached me half a step closer, his hand instinctive near his Sword handles as if he wanted to cut the hologram. “Help?” I repeated. My voice sounded small in the gigantic hall and unsafe. “I am Jada. A scrap collector from Ouroboros. I have no idea what you are talking about.” The hologram reacted liquidly as if Vance spoke to us in real time.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

These are my friends they are going to be here for the weekend unless they extend their trip. Jade: Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Jade Giordano . Jade's pov.reaching my hand out Damon reached his to meet mine and as soon as our fingers touched I felt sparks go up my hand and I snapped y eyes up to his , did he feel that too no way . next I went to shake Demtri 's hand and the same thing happens then again with Derek and Deacon by the time I got done the feeling went straight to my core it began to throb and I was trying desperately not to think of how hot they are and total failure on my part because one of those fuckers smirked and smiled at me while being so close to them all damn it I'm gonna