Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Novels & Stories

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." 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.

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

Phoebe replied, "It's a research institute." "What kind of research institute?" Nathan asked. "Just a regular one. I'm her personal assistant, not her work assistant." The more Nathan listened, the more nervous he became. His heart raced, and he pressed on, "Then where is her work assistant?" Phoebe said, "He's dead." "Her work assistant was a highly respected old professor, wasn't he?" Phoebe was taken aback. She stared intensely at Nathan as if asking how did he know. She stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, without answering.

Medaline and I were princesses and Phoebe was a badass werewolf with a lot of experience and not to mention PhD at 21 smart. "Well be careful, you're a little rusty," I said quietly, earning a sharp glare. "Watch it, I can still ground you," I scratched my head and turned to the girls, shrugging my shoulders while I mouthed, 'age'. They nodded in agreement. "I don't understand, why is he walking around like a sim or an npc," Phoebe said, staring at my father. Suddenly Xerxes screamed while falling to his knees, he gripped his head tightly. His eyes transitioned from black to silver like a glitch in a horror movie.