Ghostface Billy Loomis Novels & Stories

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

I follow the deep, methodical breathing from the hallway down to the left and let out an embarrassing giggle when I see Billy. He is wearing an angry scowl and crusty blood on his chin. I step closer, holding onto the bars as his eyes wander and meet mine in a whirlwind of anger and happiness. His long hair flows over his shoulders and his hands are above his head in the biggest chains I have ever seen. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “What the fuck are you here for?” “I’m here for you and the rest of our pack.” “I’m sorry. Our pack?” he asks, trying not to laugh.

Billy's voice was colder than ice. Ford was on his knees. His cheeks were hollowed out, his eyes sunken deep into their sockets. He looked like a skeleton. Three months of torment had utterly broken him. "Billy, please, just let me see her," his voice was a ragged whisper. "Just once. That's all I ask." In the space of a heartbeat, Billy was gone, and a massive silver wolf stood in his place. He lunged. The sound of claws tearing flesh filled the room. Ford didn't fight back. He just let Billy's rage rip into his body.

“A werewolf.” “Yes.” A broad smile spread across her lips. “You’re messing with me. Aren’t you?” “I wish I was.” The smile faded. “Billy, I don’t know what to think about this.” “I can prove it.” “Okay. Go ahead.” “Alright. I’m going to change my arm. You have to promise not to freak out.” “I promise.” Billy let out a heavy sigh and pushed back the sleeve of his hoodie. “Ready?” Bev nodded and watched with what seemed like excitement more than optimism. Billy’s fingers elongated, long black claws pushed off and replaced his fingernails, and thick fur spread up his arm.

They had no choice but to cremate him since no one could get his body out of Bonnie’s house. Everyone had learned why and how Ghost got his nickname and it wasn’t because of his pale skin. Williamson had locked him in a cell while everyone waited for the ambulance to come for Matt. When Williamson had gone back to the station after leading the disaster efforts, Ghost was gone. Williamson had sworn up and down that he had frisked Ghost before he put him in the cell. He had taken Ghost's lock pick from him. An APB was put out on Ghost, but no one matching his description had turned up. The deputies felt that he was long gone.

Club addict, crazy b**ch, Fun psycho, and damn she hates boredom. Jimmy smirk. "Where should we meet?" He asked her as he grins. Few minutes later they ended the call and Jimmy made a happy fist in the air as he smiled. "So far, so good, everything is going as planned. He fold his arm and looked at another image on the wall as his eyes darkened. "Carlos Zack." He raised his brow. "I always get what I want." His eyes turned cold and he pressed his lips together. Dressed in a jean trousers and a white top with sneakers and his sun glasses on, Jimmy Billy stood by his car at a parking lot of a classy hotel waiting for Gabby.

Billy turns away and goes to take orders from customers, and Lisa continues with what she was doing still a tad pre occupied. At the end of the day Liam is very exhausted and looks the although he used his god power to diminish his looks, he reduced his 6ft 9 height to 6ft , and dimed his handsomeness , girls still troop to him looking for attention, well he was done for today, and his wolf seems to be everywhere today, he has to leave before he embarrasses himself and howls at Lisa. "Am off guys , can barely feel my goddamn feet, see you tomorrow guys" he does not turn back because he does not trust himself not to do something stupid and thankfully he has his off days starting tomorrow and

“Stop the ambush and fight fair with Billy. He’ll destroy you, loser!” Gavin and the others tore into Kaze. Billy nodded with gritted teeth. “Since you’re eager to die, I will give you a chance to have a fair fight with me, loser. “Come on. I’m ready.” He rolled up his sleeve and approached Kaze aggressively. “A fair fight? Oh, really?” Kaze side-eyed him and slapped him. Billy was struck in the face once again. “Ugh!” Knocked back, Billy coughed out blood and lost a tooth. It took a while after the crash for reality to sink in.

"Liam, where the fuck are you?" Billy's authoritative voice spoke into his sleeve. "The frogman's dead. They all are. It's rude to drag your feet when you make a deal with a mob boss, Mr. Money Bags. As you can see, I managed to liberate myself. So now, new deal," said JR, sticking a gun into our faces. "What do you want?" Billy deadpanned, the complete opposite of me as I stared down the barrel of the gun.