Ghost X Quiet Novels & Stories

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

He flipped the light bar off, plunging us back into the grey dimness of the storm. "You're getting good at that," he said, his breathing finally beginning to level out. "At what?" "At the 'Dirty' work," Enzo said. I looked down at the Red Ledger. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather. I wasn't the "Boring" girl who worked for a tech startup anymore. I was the woman who had just blinded a man so her husband could ram a truck. "It says here... 'The Quiet,'" I read, squinting at the page as a neon sign from a passing liquor store illuminated the text. "What is 'The Quiet'?"

Ghost whispered. “Here.” Leah pressed a hand to her ear like she could pull the sound closer. Her fingers were covered in dust. “It’s beeping. It’s the comm. It’s his heartbeat in the radio.” “Okay.” Ghost exhaled. “We find a safe way. We make a plan.” Leah started toward the pile of metal and concrete. Ghost stepped in front of her. “Leah. Stop. Wait.” He knelt down. “Breathe with me. One… two… three.”

Her scent washed over him then, unbidden and potent—warm and sharp, like smoke curling from embers, laced with the spike of adrenaline and an undercurrent of something deeper that stirred his wolf, making it bare its teeth in silent recognition. Fuck, he thought, not the time for this. He locked the reaction away, forcing his breathing into a slow, measured rhythm as discipline reasserted itself, a well-practiced barrier against the pull. Another crack echoed from overhead, closer and more insistent this time, dust raining down in earnest. “We’re moving,” Ghost declared, his decision final. “Your ceiling’s not done falling yet, and we’re not waiting around for the next one.” She glanced upwa

There was no immediate response on the other end—just muffled, indistinguishable sounds. Assuming it was a bad connection, Joanna turned up the volume, accidentally routing the call through her car's Bluetooth system. Suddenly, the strange sounds amplified, filling the car with unmistakable noises—frantic gasps, the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding, and a woman's moans of ecstasy. Then Addison's voice followed, sultry and demanding."Henley, honey... tell me I'm the one you love the most! If you don't, I won't let you finish!"

Ryder would go insane if he heard this. With no second thought, Giveon morphed into his werewolf form, disappearing into the dark woods. Tomorrow, he will be returning to the pack to drop the big news. * "Get inside," Ghost ordered sternly, holding the door of his apartment open. Still, in tears, Ciara slowly walked in. She recalled waking up here weeks ago. Never had she thought she would be back here again. "Sergio–" Ghost began, with a hoarse voice, "Did he touch you? Did he fuck you?" He added, spelling it all out.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Theirs are weaker so it’s a piece of cake blocking it. “Please,” Damon wheezes. “Don’t kill me.” Ghost huffs. “See? He expects us to. Who are we to say no to that?” I almost smile at that and that’s what’s weird……the way Ghost talks now. If it was before, he won’t even discuss this, instead, the guy's head will be on the floor already. Ever since the isolation and Aria being under the same roof, he has been pretty calm and outgoing. But just to be on the safe side…….. I retract my claws and remove my hand from his throat letting him breathe.

They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm. We both froze for a moment. I quickly retracted my hand, while Cecily's eyes flitted about evasively. The tips of her ears turned pink. I was still flustered when Professor Kelley's voice rang out. "Hurry up and come inside."