Ghost X Roach Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone moves away, while Soren jumps on Klaus and pushes him against the wall, without even needing to transform. This move is to push Klaus away from the stairs, while I see Ghost's rune that was on the stairs start to be consumed by the Shadows and the Light. Ghost's fur is white and translucent at the ends, while his eyes are very red, and he stands up quickly, at the same time as he grabs Soren's wrist, the smell of blood spreading. Soren uses his other hand to punch Ghost, who dodges and Soren hits the wall, Ghost takes advantage and uses his other claw to hit Soren in the stomach, but a black barrier forms and I see sparks coming out.

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.”

"Not yet though. But we once had a male being in our kingdom who was afraid of that insect that normally lives in the wardrobe of mortals. It crawls and can fly a little too." "Do you mean cockroaches, your majesty?" "Yes! You got it right." Logan and Danny burst out laughing. "Are you kidding?" Logan mumbled. "A male being with powers afraid of just a mere mortal cockroach?" "Yes! We nicknamed him mafe." "What's that?" "Ma-beginning of male." "Fe-beginning of female." "Wow! Where is he now?" "We lost him during the war with the Goddess then" She sighed. "He was such a lively being and apart from his phobia for cockroaches was a great warrior. He fought till death."

I think I better give her some time to get herself together. "I'm... I'm fine! It's just... There is this cockroach in here! A very ugly cockroach! A red one! No wings, but it floats!" Sydney yelled back in reply, and she is clearly trying to sound fine. I'm cool being called a cockroach. But heck, do I look like one to her? Now, that made me look like I am more spooky than a bloody ghost. Geez, I'm scared of insects.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

He brushed past all of us, muttering under his breath about “idiots who think they’re smarter than they are.” Roc was pacing again. Sara sat on the edge of the desk, arms wrapped around herself. Wolf leaned against the wall, watching Ghost like he was a bomb about to go off. Ghost dropped his bags, opened his laptop, and started plugging in cables like he’d been here a hundred times. I stepped forward. “Ghost. We got a video.” He didn’t look up. “I heard.” Roc swallowed hard. “Marco...” Ghost held up a hand. “Save it. I’ll see it myself.”

I smile and nod once, then turn back to my drink, pretending like nothing is happening while my eyes follow him. He doesn’t make a scene of it. He moves through the crowd like it’s nothing, casual and confident, until he reaches our table. He drops down beside Rose like he belongs there, one arm resting on the back of her chair, his thigh brushing hers. Rose freezes for a second, caught mid-laugh at something Hex whispered. Her eyes shift to Ghost and then back again, like she’s unsure whether to be amused or alarmed. “Evening, Rose,” Ghost says, voice low and smooth. He leans in slightly, just enough that she has to tilt her head to keep eye contact. “You look good tonight.”

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."

However, Roxy seemed unaffected by heard ability and flew straight towards her. Come on. Come on. Bonnie G teleported out of the way as Roxy slammed into the brick wall, forming a massive crater within it. “I do not know what is scarier. The fact that I cannot freeze her or the fact that she is even more of a monster than she was before,” Roxy emerged from her crater and projected a massive beam of green acid towards Bonnie G. But in the blink of an eye, Bonnie G was able to teleport and avoid the acid. However, she was unable to stop Roxy from attacking the other girls in the hallway.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”