Ghostface Billy Novels & Stories

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

His appearance was disheveled, with a wild look in his eyes and flushed cheeks, signaling that something urgent was unfolding. Without uttering a word, Billy approached me and gestured for silence with a finger pressed against his lips. In a swift and purposeful motion, he slid under the bed, tugging the comforter along with him to obscure himself from view. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

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.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Willie then scolded Billy who just kept staring at his phone. "What's wrong with Jim Uncle William?" asked Billy while putting his phone down. "What is it?" "He uploaded something on I*******m where he is driving a Ferrari Car. Of course I got curious and asked him about it, but surprisingly, he blocked me." "He's what?" asked William in a worry. "Is he hiding something on us? You're not telling me that you bought him that car right?" asked Billy. "Of course not, is he with someone in the photo you saw?"

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.

"You can stay at my place while you make up your mind," That was fast, way too fast. I inwardly grimace at Billy, who probably thinks he can convince me to sleep with him, but I will take his offer since I don't want to freeze to death. I glue a fake smile to my lips. "Great," Billy laughs. "What kind of smile is that?" "Is there something wrong with my smile?" I walk past him with pursed lips. "I think I have a great smile!" "Yes, when you're not faking it," Billy grabs my hand to lead me. His first touch is electric, but I brush off the feeling. I quickly release his hand, and Billy smirks in amusement. "My cabin is this way,"

Billy nodded once and walked out of the bar without looking back. The truth was simple, Billy had a ban in LA.He could not enter the city, well not without triggering consequences he had worked too hard to avoid. He stepped outside into the cold night air and pulled out his phone. Then he dialed a number. The line connected quickly. “Yeah?” a voice answered. “I want you to do something for me,” Billy said calmly. “There’s someone in LA.” He gave no more details out loud. Just enough.Then he hung up. —

Ashton accepts the offer by giving the man a small nod at the same time that the young man breaks the hug with me. “Have a seat, please,” The guy tells us, and we do just that. “I’m Billy, and I live here in this cabin with my family.” Billy’s father returns with proper clothes for Ashton and hands them to him. As Ashton takes off his ragged clothes so he can wear the new clothes brought, I get distracted for a few seconds by how perfect his body is. His abs are a work of art, and should be shown at art shows! “We were attacked last night by armed robbers,” Billy continues his story, and I peel my eyes off Ashton’s hot body. “They were people that we knew and were about to take all that we h

“Oi…” Billy thought he heard a sound behind him, but the sound of his heart shattering was loud enough to drown all external noise. “Hey, big man!” A sudden hand on his back and a warm smile greeted Billy, jolting him forward in surprise. He turned to find a stranger, relaxed and nonchalant. This stranger sported a black eyepatch over one eye, contrasting sharply with his long, flowing black hair. He had strands of beard protruding from his chin, and he was outfitted in a high-quality black robe.