Ghostface Billy 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.

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.

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. —

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.

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

I tried to sound as calm as possible even though it was hard due to my nerves acting up. “Hmm,” He mumbled under his breath. “I guess so.” He shrugged and then returned back to walking down the path we were on. “I’m Billy, by the way. I live not too far from here. I normally hunt deer and other wild animals in this forest by this time. That was how I was able to run into you,” He scoffed the words out gently. “Nice to meet you, Billy.” My voice came out calm and collected. “There it is!” He pointed at a cabin, and from a short distance behind it, I could see that there was a road with cars driving at a decent amount of speed.

“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.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.