Ghostbusters Jillian Holtzmann Novels & Stories

Lillian’s POV The moment Shantel disappeared from view, a laugh bubbled up from my chest that I couldn’t quite contain. The sound echoed through the empty conference room. She’d actually believed it, believed that I was pathetic enough to want Aaron back after everything he’d done to me. I walked to the phone on the conference room table and dialed down to building maintenance, my smile widening with each ring. “This is Luna Lillian,” I said when someone answered. “I need you to shut down all the elevators immediately. Maintenance issue. Keep them offline for the next twenty minutes.”

I couldn’t care less about pausing my writing for a while, or spending the whole day going up and down the stairs, for a chance to see him smile at me and maybe even steal away a kiss. He was on a Zoom meeting with his fellow Haunters. Isaac greeted me with a loud hello the moment he spotted me walk into the study, and Brandon made me lean forward by his side to introduce me to the other two, the occultist tech Ted and the skittish Ricky. “Look who’s gonna man the cameras for the interviews,” Brandon said, beaming. “They can’t wait to come back to the Manor.” “And meet you,” Isaac added, winking at me.

said Scarlet. 12hrs 35mins Once I was finished making Quacker the Pirate Duck, I cleaned myself and looked at Scarlet looking at Cassidy and her friends “Scarlet!!!” I shouted “what is Arnold” Scarlet said. Cassidy looked at me talking to a 10yr female spirit, “the animatronic is finished Scarlet” I said “okay Arnold” then Scarlet looked at the missing children and Charlotte “something bothering you Cassidy?” Scarlet asked “do I remember you?” Cassidy asked “Cassidy, Charlotte, Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie & Fritz meet Scarlet Gardener. She was murdered by William’s biological mother Hart Afton” I said. “Scarlet Gardener” said Gabriel “yes Scarlet Gardener, I according to my sources she was murder

Her heart stopped beating for a second, and she felt a strange coldness wash over her skin as she read the words printed in bold black ink. "I am stunned to see the news of the new Queen named Giselle because the picture on this paper looks exactly like the face I see in the mirror every morning. How can there be another woman in the world who has my eyes and my hair and the same mark on her neck that I have lived with all my life?" Jillian said. She stood up and walked closer to the paper, her hand shaking as she touched the drawing of the woman who was standing beside King Jake of the Red Moon Pack. A tall man sitting nearby, who looked like a traveler from the south, noticed her staring a

I turned around to see another stalker/best friend/nuisance waltz around the room without knocking on the door. I pout my freshly applied bold red lip replying feistily, “Project Lead-Miss Ella Miller. Do you ever knock?” “No, Hmmm mmmm mmm you doe-eyed beauty, the birthday boy is gonna love his present tonight” she winked, reminding me what I had almost forgotten, it was James Holt’s 30th birthday!

Hanging my bag on my shoulder, I followed him outside, stroking out of his room as we made our way to the main hall. “Have you gone insane, Christian? How could you do that to Katherine—” the woman’s voice quickly halted immediately I reached her sight, stepping away from the shadow of Professor Grey. “Hannah didn’t inform me you had a guest.” Her eyes stilled on me for a second more before pushing back to the man. “Good day to you too, Brown,” Professor Grey greeted her before introducing me to her. “Brown, this is Ms. Julianna Gabbys.” “Hi there, it’s nice meeting you,” said the woman to me. She appeared really nice too. She was probably the only person associated with Professor Grey who s

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

,Drusilla meant to avoid my question. "The person who donated his eyes to me was Giselle, the girl who died in Phong 304 years ago. You probably don't know about it, where did you meet Giselle? She said she wanted me to help her investigate the old curse of room 304." ,I still look straight at Drusilla said. "Ambiguous, don't bring the ghost stories that the students say over and over again. Yes, room 304 has had a murder but that doesn't mean that room has ghosts or any other strange phenomenon. Thalia,