Ghost X Roach Novels & Stories

Roxanne yelled too and stopped the car, covering her eyes and praying for help. How did you see it? She asked Sylvia? See it? I just did, let's go open the boot so it'll come out. Sylvia said. What? Are you crazy? You can go.. I'll wait for you here besides.. Now..that was a good one. Right? Sylvia laughed hard, peering Roxanne's face. Open your eyes pretty..your beautiful friend here killed the ghost. She said again. Roxanne looked back, panting hard and maintaining a calm posture.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

“I don’t see any rats, Paul, just… what was that little black thing across the street?” “Uh-huh, you see it too! Thousands of them! It looks like little black rats or something, they just… skitter.” In the moonlight, they caught a glimpse of one of the little black things. “That ain’t no rat Paul, they’re… they’re… they’re huge cockroaches! Huge goddamn cockroaches!” “Go! Let’s go!” A sick, crunching sound could be heard as their tires rolled over the giant bugs. Green goo squirted out of the huge cockroaches as they crushed beneath the bicycle tires.

Quincy turned around and saw two other ghastly beings charging in their direction. This time, they were even more ferocious than the ghost generals earlier. They stood up to five meters tall. Likewise, they were covered with water from the blood river, and resentful spirits surrounded them. They were practically the minimized versions of the ghost emperor. Quincy immediately started shouting. “Ahhh! They’re coming again! Quick, run!” Dorothy Assex’s face sank. “Two ghost kings...” she whimpered. “You guys go in first,” Alex Rockefeller said while he stood behind the group.

Though Alexander has been taking care of David's family but the losing of a person couldn't be filled with anything! However, Ghost has been never seen by then.. One day, when Rocky tried to meet Ghost for his remaining money, he refused to give him.. Saying that he couldn't kill Alexander and because of that he wouldn't give money.. Rocky got angry and killed Ghost that day.. But, unfortunately Robert get caught and he could create problems for him so with his friend Max he also killed Robert the day he saw him..

I’m captivated by curiosity to know what Ghost is insinuating. “Um, yeah…okay, just give me a minute to get dressed. Wait out here and I’ll be right out.” I say to him in a slow manner. I close the door and lock it. I swiftly go to X’s bedroom. I pull out my shorts that I wore earlier sliding them up my legs. Although Ghost seems a lot nicer right now and almost seems caring, I trust him for nothing. I rip open X’s nightstand drawer and pull out his Glock .45, it’s loaded and safety on. I tuck the handgun in the back of my denim shorts. I rummage through X’s closet, pulling out his black hoodie to better conceal the gun behind me and zipping it up past my chest. I have an abs

But my mother just shook her head, refusing to break her silence. Adeline's face went dark. She muttered something to one of her men. Seconds later, a speeding car came roaring out of nowhere and slammed straight into my mother. My mother's frail body flew through the air like a broken kite before crashing to the ground. Blood pooled beneath her as she lay there, eyes slowly closing. I watched it all unfold, frozen, my heart shattering into pieces. Regret and anguish tore through my chest, crashing against each other like waves. I curled up, trembling, tears spilling from my eyes.

She widened her eyes in feigned anger, though she couldn't hide the joy in her voice as she exclaimed, "It's only been five years since we last met, Nathan! Have you already forgotten all about your little college junior? Be careful now, or I'll complain to Professor Kelley about this!" Slowly, the face before me merged with the memory of the teary-eyed young woman I'd met at the research lab five years ago. Staring at her in surprise, I said, "You're Cecily!" Five years ago, just before I graduated, Professor Kelley took on a new protege named Cecily Lowe. I was too busy with my graduation to interact much with her. The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her res

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

The last thing she heard was a smooth familiar voice yell; “Enough! She’s staying." data-p-id=7e9013ab2d2276816a3fc59976f040a9,Blood. More blood. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Pain. Ghoul. Blood. Mum. Dad. Flesh. Human flesh. Blood. Ghoul. Pain. Dead. Both dead. Blood. Ghoul . . . Blaise.