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“Do you know who I am Evelyn? Do you know who you just made an enemy of?” I gulped and didn’t respond. His lips brushed my ear. “I am Ghost. The mother fucking king of the mafia.” He pushed off my chair. I winced as the chair jerked. Tears began to fill my eyes. “But based on this reaction. I gather you have already figured that out.” He was standing in front of me now with his arms crossed on his chest. Machine leaned on the cement wall near the only door of the room. I met Kade’s cold whiskey brown eyes and nodded.

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

She stepped on the first blue stair and turned back. "Will we meet again?" He was gone. "Oh, I guess we won't" Lucus yawned as he walked on the footpath, somewhere in Melbourne. The book began shining again and he heard the bells. His blonde hair turned back to peach and his clothes changed into black. His eyes turned grey as he looked into the book "So, who is it now?" Kirito reached home and closed the door behind him. Vivian passed through the door and followed him. "I'm a ghost now. This feels like a horror movie, right Jericho?" She turned back but he wasn't there.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

Maybe I'll find it easier to accept that he doesn't want me back. "Alec ..." My breath hitches in my throat. "I ..." "Yeah?" I can't do it. I'm not brave enough. "What is it?" he presses. I lick my lips. Okay. Fine. I don't have to be brave to do this. I just have to push the words out of my mouth. "I ... wanted, um ..." A piercing cry rips through the air, and we both freeze. "What was that?" Standing, I look across the grass. It's exactly what I feared it would be. The goblins have found us again.

A new one. Scrawled in ink. Not just a name. A warning. > Rafael Vairo (Alive. If confirmed, destroy completely.) She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just closed the book. And whispered: > “He doesn’t get to resurrect what I already buried.” Lucien sat across from her. And didn’t argue. Because even he could feel it The air was changing again. And somewhere out there, a ghost had just inhaled its first living breath. LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – PRIVATE VAULT ROOM

The book was that vile. Various thoughts ran in his mind and he could already connect it to the real cause of the ghost haunting. But just then, a loud sound of something breaking reverberated. From within the room, which Leyte speculated to be the bathroom, a scream suddenly broke out. It naturally made Ley dashed towards it. The book was still in his hands. After a few steps, he saw a man shrouded with a black aura fainting on the cold wet floor. This guy should be the one named Nathan Garcia, a horror writer, and the current owner of the cursed book.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

Ayla sighed. “When we were in Daya’s cave, I had a dream.” She never told him about that dream. “I dreamed of me, of us. We were older, and I was… pregnant.” Rhobart’s eyes fell on her flat stomach, yearning in his dark gaze. She cleared her throat. “It was in this dream that I learned of a book, the forgotten book. I went into the tunnel to look for it,” she finally confessed. Rhobart was silent for a moment. “Why haven’t you told me anything about this book until now? Don’t you trust me?”