Romans & histoires Ghostface Characters

I remember him coming from a neighborhood pack. "James?" Ghost asked. "No, it is not that!" I said. "Jeremy? James? Max?" Ghost said. "No. No. No. Stop throwing random names at me," I growled. "Hello? Can you hear me?" The voice asked. "Sorry for trying to help you!" Ghost whimpered. "It's Jax," Ghost yapped. "I'm sure of that!" "Yes! That's right!" I sighed. "If this is some kind of prank," Jax growled over the phone.

“This is about to get messy…” As Josh listened more he caught the name. The four guys who walked in were members of The Ghosts, a gang known for their ruthless reputation and the fear they left in their wake. They weren’t just infamous, they were the kind of people no one wanted to cross. Wherever they showed up, trouble followed, and from the way the entire party fell silent, it was clear everyone knew it. The group walked in confidently, completely unfazed by the attention they were getting. One of them, a tall guy, known as ‘Reaper’, with slicked-back hair and an expensive-looking leather jacket smirked as he scanned the room to see everyone looking at him and his friends.

I ask in return. “The question is, what im i!” He says this words to my face word by word and suddenly laughs out of nowhere making me question his sanity. “What are you?” I ask him again. “My name is Richard Ghirardelli but my friends used to call me Ghost” he finally says his name. “Wait, you have friends” I ask him smiling but his face suddenly changes. “I used to have friends, Tim,Sonny,Drue, Abek, Green Man, Web and many others, lots of friends” he says to me as he counts them, I could tell he almost shed a tear.

The office felt too small with all of us inside, Ciara’s brothers, Salvatore, Wolf leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Ciara stood beside me, her presence grounding even with the tension still humming between us from the hallway. The door opened, and Wolf stepped in, guiding Ghost forward like he was herding a distracted kid. Ghost had three phones in his hands, two cords hanging from his pocket, and a look on his face that said he hadn’t slept in… ever.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

My gaze slides past the walls and lands on the corner of the room. A figure sits in an old wooden chair. At first glance it looks like a department-store mannequin dressed in women’s clothing, but the longer I stare the wronger it becomes. The skin tones don’t match. The limbs are stitched together with crude black thread. Hair has been glued in uneven patches. One eye socket is empty, the other holds a glass eye that doesn’t quite line up. Ghost’s voice is barely a whisper behind me. “That’s not a mannequin. Those are parts of people.”

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

Redford had long green hair slicked back, bright hazel eyes, and a perfect, sexy body These are Evan and Estevan, and they are demons Ivan had black, glossy hair down to his ears, red eyes, and a tall, thin body As for Estefan, he had short black hair with red locks, red eyes, and an athletic body And these are Jeremy and Jimin who are ghouls Jeremy had green hair that reached his ears, brown eyes, and a tall, thin body As for Jimin, he had long green hair that reached his shoulders, blue eyes, and an athletic body Connor and Cozmo are Yeti Connor had short black hair, bright brown eyes, and an athletic body As for Cosmo, he had shoulder-length brown hair, bright black eyes, and a huge, musc