Ghost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Rick Mack paused sighting someone from afar, he walk out of his sturdy, taking smooth steps towards the library "Dad" He turn but saw no one "Daddy" "Sasha, are you there?" He ask in alarm, turning the door knob of the library "Sasha" He stop himself from opening the door and pull down the lever beside the door, he bring his gun out, Sasha wouldn't pop in out of the blue he knew that. Though Xander is the ghost of the mansion he wouldn't come here unannounced "Dad" He hears the distinct voice of Sasha.

Not long after that, the ghost figure also disappeared. "I don't think I ever followed you before!" Xander immediately turned around, he was more worried about Alice and Logan this time. He forgot the fact that Tristan was a ghost hunter, demon, demon and so on according to his abilities. But still a few steps he was about to turn, he was already staring at Alice and also Logan in front of them. Xander immediately ran and hugged Alice, bringing the girl into his arms "Are you okay?" said Xander after releasing his hug from Alice who was silent. While Logan just nodded, it seemed like Logan really wanted to seduce Alice and also Xander. But his intentions were thwarted when Tristan teased the

The sight before him was so shocking that he froze in place, forcing the other three to push him out of their way. Mike looked at his boss as he lay pinned on his back with Angel’s naked body sitting on his bloody chest. His torso was covered with flesh piercing human bite marks. When she turned to look at him with her dark, soulless eyes and blood coated face, his own blood ran cold. “Damnation!” Pieces of Ian’s flesh flew from her mouth as she panted, “Not much longer. Soon, we’ll be together forever.” Jackson stood, speechless, as he assessed the situation. Ian looked miserably weak. There was a good deal of his blood on the floor. He assumed Angel was counting on him bleeding out. A

Ronan's POV My blood is boiling and my heart is beating wildly against my chest while Ghost is going ballistic, wanting to unleash is wrath on Xander for hurting our mate. The fact of the matter is that id he were anyone else, he would be in a world of hurt if not dead. It's taking every last ounce of strength in me to keep Ghost in check. Xander better get himself in line a adjust his attitude sooner rather than later because I don't know how much longer I will be able to contain him. He is out for blood.

“That would be the first place my father would check when he bursts in here.” “Trust me,” Xavier smiled. Just then, the door burst open and Xavier pulled Rhea over to himself. Rhea was taken aback by the sudden pull and she held her breath as she rested her head on his breast. They could feel the presence of Ghost inside the room and with the blazing lights, Rhea wondered why Ghost had not yet seen them. They remained silent, under the red cover of darkness and as Ghost turned around, Xavier did the impossible, catching Rhea by surprise.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Oh boy. Taking in a deep breath, determination flooding her, she walked all the way to the bedroom without turning back. Closing the door, she released her breath. Opening the door by a crack, she peeped through. Geneva gasped sharply and reflexively closed the door again but with a bang. He was still in that same rigid position but his eyes were directed towards the bedroom door. He is doing this eerie... thing on purpose right? Sending the door wide open now, she stepped out looking directly at him. "Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..."

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

The room filled with a deep, crimson glow. **“You have been very generous, little canvas,”** the voices spoke in unison, layered and hungry. **“Now we claim what is ours completely.”** Aria gasped as the entities fully manifested — six shadowy, muscular male figures with glowing tattoo patterns moving across their skin. They were more solid than ever before. The phoenix figure grabbed her first, lifting her effortlessly and slamming her down onto his burning cock. The obsidian rose figure moved behind her, forcing his thick, ridged shaft into her tight ass in one brutal thrust.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.