Ghostface Characters Novels & Stories

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

And the mad orgasm he put her through. She was feeling a million things, except a mate bond. But there was no other way to explain why he could hear her thoughts. "Is that possible?" Ghost was stupefied. Short of breath. "I'm human, not a werewolf…" "You used to be." Ciara dared to say. She used to doubt if he was Jason. But Giveon already clarified that confusion. Ghost and Jason were the same. The only difference was that Jason was a pure werewolf. Ghost, however, was a trained assassin, a capo, and a rogue. Everything that defined evil and scary.

Things had to be really bad if Ghost was willing to meet more people face to face. "Marco's friend. Hi." Fiona blinked at Ghost, probably trying to figure out where she'd seen him before. She hadn't, but that was the point of Ghost's appearance. He could be anyone. Literally anyone with a face like that. "Can we all talk?" Ghost hefted a laptop bag higher up on his shoulder. "Inside?" "Of-I mean, Marco?" Fiona glanced from Ghost to him. Probably because he was about to crack a tooth grinding them so hard.

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."

The window did not break, but the ashtray was shattered into a million pieces. Baby Robbie looked at the shattered ashtray, touched his charming face with lingering fear. He felt a chill run down his spine. Grayson was slightly startled when he saw Baby Robbie. “It’s you, Baby Robbie? Did I hit you?” Baby Robbie shook his head and said with lingering fear in his heart, “What do you take me for? The man who killed your father?” Grayson explained, “I thought you were Storm or Tempest.” Baby Robbie understood what he meant by that. It was because the Ghost members had outstanding martial arts skills, so they would often fool around with each other.

Grace stood arm-in-arm with a slightly gray-haired man, smiling in a way that looked both sweet and forced. The second our eyes met, shock flashed across her face. Then it turned into pure malice. The man beside her noticed me and guided Grace over. We lightly clinked glasses. Before he could say anything, Grace spoke first. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time." The businessman looked surprised. "You know each other?" he asked in heavily accented English.

Chi la! It was like a full tomato that was cut open at this moment. The giant face was immediately torn apart. But soon, countless vengeful ghosts rushed out. These vengeful ghosts condensed into a twisted gray fog, which healed the wound in an instant. The pressure on the giant face did not weaken at all. The zombie emperor was much stronger than Xander Faris! Even if Xander Faris burned his Natal Genuine Vitality, he only broke the giant face's defense at that moment.

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

15 told me with a hateful glare on her face. "Likewise," I snapped back at her, my hands balling into fists. The commander cleared her throat once again. "Ladies, let's not misbehave in front of the gentleman." Ares raised his hand, signaling the commander. She rushed to their side, stopping right in front of them. Uncle Aaron shot them a deadly glare but he didn't make a move. They had no idea who he was. Nobody knew who he was. That's why they called him Ghost. He pretended to be their friend, kindly introducing himself to them.