Ghostbusters Frozen Empire Phoebe Spengler Novels & Stories

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

The goblin toddler looked at his eyes and told in a stern voice, "You don't belong here. Go away." The moment the goblin kid spoke, Azalias felt an enormous force struck his body. He flew away through the red door and crashed into the corridor wall. This time the corridor was dry. But soon, blood flew out of bloody red doors and filled it. Along with the blood pool, the ghost lady also reappeared again, looking more aggressive and frenzied. On top of that, the goblin toddler also joined with the ghost lady.

She’s just as heartless and cruel as Winston, but then again it isn’t the easiest to develop pleasant feelings or behaviors when there is no example to draw from. She mainly sticks to the shadows, but every once in a while she peeks her ugly head out to spread torment. She doesn’t have any spectacularly abnormal abilities like some of us. For all I know her parents died and she got carted off because no one wanted her, which is even sadder than being purposely discarded. “Out of my way ghost girl.” Phoebe's hateful sneer is unmistakable. It all happens so fast. I barely catch a glimpse of Addison stumbling on her feet, hands flailing through the air as she soars in my direction. Time seems t

While we were all lounging in the pool, the night air cool against our wet skin, I spotted Phoebe walking toward us, still in her work clothes, looking a little frazzled. “Sorry I’m late!” she called out, waving a hand. “I had to do some overtime at the office.” Without missing a beat, Emily splashed water in her direction, grinning mischievously. “No excuses! Get your butt down here now!” Kayla joined in, sending a playful wave of water in Phoebe’s direction. “Yeah, no slacking off tonight! It’s party time!” Reese, of course, giggled and joined the chant, “Aunt Phoebe, come in!”

Her smile matched the thrill in her eyes, and I think that she is glad to be with me. Twenty minutes passed as Phoebe stayed clued to her phone, talking to Joana. I went downstairs to get some champagne, glass, and ice cubes. An omega named Sharif brought the pizza up to us. I was crawling into the bed and my foot froze in the air when Phoebe exclaimed, "No Hudson, we are on the couch tonight!" What was the big deal? We have werewolf vision so there was no need to be very close to the television. I sighed and obeyed her because I did not want to screw up and take away her happy moment.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

"Vance will recalibrate the environmental sensors to accommodate the thermal output of your lighting equipment. However, you will accept a mandatory nutritional delivery at 07:00 hours, and you will not exit this corridor without a direct biometric escort from my person." Phoebe stared at me for three long seconds, her emerald eyes searching my features for a single crack in the armor, a single trace of the feral, unhinged man who had pulled her from the dropping elevator box. Finding nothing but the cold, pristine wall of the CEO, she slowly nodded her head, a small, triumphant smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Deal, Peter," she whispered. "Now go back to your glass study and run yo

Then, in an instant, she froze. Her entire body tensed, her pupils dilating slightly. Not far away, Gavin stood, his eyes fixed directly on her. Panic surged within her. Almost instinctively, she tried to pull her hand free from Alexander's grasp, as if distancing herself from him could somehow shield her from Gavin's gaze. But her subtle movement did not escape Alexander's sharp perception. His steps halted immediately. Lowering his head slightly, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" "Sir, I just saw a friend. Can I go over and say hello?" Phoebe's voice was soft and careful, her nervousness evident in the way she glanced at him anxiously. She wasn't sure if Alexander had noticed Gavin,

If he blew up later, he would get dedicated assistants. Every morning when he woke up, Joseph still pinched his cheek, half-convinced that he was dreaming. … Everything moved forward smoothly and efficiently. Time flew, and there were three days left until Philip's birthday. Phoebe had already worked things out with Natalie. She'd barely shown up at Spectrum Group for the past two weeks. After the birthday banquet, she would make one final trip to the company to officially resign. It was Friday. Phoebe was at Atlas Entertainment when her phone rang. It was a call from Connor.

He looked down to find his feet had disappeared into several inches of snow. “Who are you?” he asked, surprising not only himself, but the wolf and the woman as well. The wolf dropped to its belly and whined and the woman’s widened. Miles could see the that the whites of her eyes were like glass, a thin layer of ice keeping them open. She opened her mouth to speak and ice cracked over her lips as she did. “We’re your memories,” she said, her voice croaked. “And we’re your heart.” “What does that mean? You're just my subconscious, right?”