Ghost X Quiet 소설 & 이야기

“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.

Ghost hardly felt it. I laughed. Loud. Full. Echo bouncing off the high ceiling. “You,” I said to the boy, “will suffer for the pain your mother caused me.” Ghost didn’t laugh. He never does. He crossed the room and set the boy on a chair. He kept a hand on the boy’s shoulder until I stepped close. “Delivery complete,” Ghost said. His tone was flat, like he was reading a receipt. “Alive. Quiet. Unseen.” I nodded, eyes still on the child. “Perfect.”

It was the kind of quiet that pressed heavy, thick with everything unsaid. Emily sat on the edge of her bed, quilt twisted in her hands, her chest still sore from crying. Rhett had wanted to stay, but she’d told him she needed a minute. Sierra and Kayla had lingered by the door until she promised she wasn’t going to shatter. Then it was just her — her and the steady drum of her own pulse in her ears. The knock came soft, almost uncertain. Her breath hitched. “Come in.” The door eased open. Ghost stepped inside, slow, his shoulders filling the frame. He shut it behind him and stood there, pale eyes catching the thin strip of lamplight. For once, he didn’t look like smoke or shadow. He looked

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

The doctor's voice was quiet, heavy. "Mr. Lousteau... I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Elroy pulled the sheet back, staring at my still face. His legs gave out. He hit the floor, mumbling over and over, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

Selena’s POV The howl was still echoing across the ruins when everything suddenly went dead quiet. Not cute, quiet. Not friendly, quiet. Nope. Creepy, chest-tightening, “something is literally breathing down my neck” quiet. The kind of quiet that made me want to scream “HELLO???” just to feel less alone. The wind cut off like somebody pressed a pause button. The mark on my wrist stopped glowing like it ran out of battery. Even the stones on the ground looked like they were holding their breath.

>>** The staccato burst of Winters’s MP7 was deafening in the confined space. Leo didn’t look back. He hit the emergency exit panic bar. The hatch blew open with a hiss of pneumatics, revealing a dark, narrow service stairwell leading down. He plunged into the darkness, Silas held tight against him, Harlan on his heels, the sounds of the final confrontation between the Ghost and the Phoenix swallowed by the closing door. They were out. Silas was free. But Dominic’s final scream echoed in the sudden, ringing silence of the stairwell: *"I am PHOENIX!"*

The only ghost. The only one who remembered. --- A sound. Soft. Behind me. I stilled instantly. Every muscle locking into place. Not fear. Never fear. Awareness. I turned slowly. Carefully. But there was nothing. Just shadows. Trees. Silence. Too much silence. My eyes narrowed slightly. “Show yourself,” I said quietly. No response. But I felt it. That shift. That presence. Not close. Not far. Watching. Waiting. A chill slid down my spine—not from fear.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.