Ghostface Billy Novels & Stories

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

He gasped at first, then tried to object, claiming deepfake, AI, and other nonsense. "Let me introduce myself," I said. "I am the new owner of the dump you work for. The footage is more authentic than your own existence, and you know that better than I do." His eyes widened in shock. "Emily Arquette!" he said in disbelief. "You’re right, but not completely," I smirked. "I’m not only Emily Arquette; I’m also Miranda Arquette’s paternal cousin. Remember?" His eyes opened even wider. I heard his heavy breathing.

He just chuckled before a man entered his room, it was William. “Why did you want to meet me?” William said he heard a fairly loud voice from the phone that Billy was holding. “Do you want to see it?” Billy said and he immediately showed it to William, a recording where his wife was having fun making out with her twin. “Wait… is that Gwen? And… is that Willy? Your twin? since when was he here?” William said. “That’s not important, this damn bitch is shameless, she’s just a parasite who likes rich men,” Billy said and let the recording play as he put his phone on the table.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Billy’s lips quirk into a grin, though his eyes shine with unshed tears. “Course I am,” he says, a note of bravado creeping into his tone. “Who d’ya think yer talkin’ to? Yer lookin’ at the toughest bastard there is.” Despite myself, I laugh weakly, the sound muffled against his chest. The knot in my chest loosens completely, the suffocating guilt unraveling and disappearing into nothing. I big watery smile tugs at my lips. Everything is truly okay now.

Ghost pulls out a couple of pieces of paper and throws them down on the table, from brother to brother they make their way up to Austin, Max and me. I look up at Ghost with a humbled look. I was the one that brought Ghost in and was proud as hell when he was patched in less than a year later. I had found him at a bar, some college frat boy was drunk and wanting to pick a fight. Ghost is six four and three hundred pounds of muscle. Kid was out in less than a minute. Ghost has some demons, that much is evident when you see the names of the men he has killed with his bare hands tattooed on his back. "Shane?" Austin asks as I take in the two pictures.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Chapter 27: The Kidnapping Across town, Forrest was meeting with an unexpected visitor. Billy Vagaz lounged in a chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. “You know,” Billy said, swirling the amber liquid, “I can’t tell if you’re brilliant or suicidal.” Forrest’s smile was razor-sharp. “Why not both?” Billy chuckled, but his eyes were cold. “Don’t push your luck, Forrest. Playing both sides is a dangerous game.”

I wasn’t sure if he was okay or not since I hadn’t been able to see well through the dust from the truck, but I thought he would have avoided the object they released from under the truck since I moved it aside. He came out of the dust, still running, in his wolf form. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was okay and then turned my attention to the Parkers. Billy was lying in the middle of the road, hurt pretty badly. His face was bleeding, his arm at a strange angle, and one leg was cut to shreds, probably from the windshield he’d gone through. The other guy--the driver--was face down in the ditch on the side of the road. I couldn’t tell if he was alive or not.

At night, he blasts his crappy music and in the morning he makes an excuse to use his rock puck instruments next to my ear holes. I hate every second of living under the same roof as him. He again knocks on the door and this time I get frustrated and peel myself up from my warm bed in agony. I storm towards the door, with groggy eyes. Still, half asleep. I reach out for the doorknob and see, Billy, standing at my doorway, looking like a Vikings and Gorilla mixture. Long hair logs coming down to his shoulders and ginger-dye beard. He shows me his white teeth by spreading his lips. Which seriously, makes me cringe.