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Ciara would be staying back. "Is he…dead?" The announcer asked in awe, just as Ghost got to the door. He turned, to get a good look. The Asian fighter was lying lifeless, foaming from his mouth. The place was in chaos. Ghost turned around and left the building. Just then, he got a message from Scar. He took out his phone and checked it out. *mission accomplished.*

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.

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.

Coach asked, his voice heavy with something between disbelief and shame. Before I could answer, the officers stepped forward. One of them turned me around and snapped the handcuffs onto my wrists. "Hey. Let me go. I did not do anything." I struggled against them, turning my head to look at their faces. "At least tell me what I am supposed to have done. I am not a criminal." One of the officers spoke evenly. "Miss Renata, we received a report from Glassy Hotel regarding the impersonation of a spa service agent and the unauthorized entry of the premises."

Georgia smiled and nodded, pulling his ear to her and answering, “He gave me his blessing to date you.” Hayden looked at her quizzically for a moment and they both burst out laughing. Benny rejoined shortly after and they continued to share drinks, conversation, and laughs together as they swayed to the music. The night was going well. DJ Ghost arrived a few minutes after nine. Georgia wasn’t a huge follower of pop culture so hadn’t really heard of him. He turned out to be a pretty eccentric character, dressed in a sparkly outfit and wearing a ghost face mask. According to Lisa he went viral on YouTube and was known for the mask so no one actually knew what he looked like underneath it.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

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.

"I know baby. Just shut up while I fuck you." I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest, it's like I'm watching porn but it's a porn I don't want to watch. I carefully open my door just a little bit so I can take a quick peek from what's happening outside. My hands covered my mouth even before I could and my tears fell over my cheeks right away when I saw Gage hitting a hot blond from behind. I knew that voice and that accent was familiar. It was really Gage Stockholm and I tried to deny it to myself that it was him but it is. It is Gage Stockholm fucking another woman inside a public bathroom.

"Thank you! You're very handsome." He giggled, which was the single cutest thing I had ever heard and seen. "He's three now," a female voice explained to me, and I looked up at all the adults. "I can remember when he was small enough to push out of me." "Alyssa," Giorgio groaned, scrunching up his face. "That is so too much information, I can't even look at you." "You were in the room! You saw more than me!" she defended.

he explain. In-person? I don't care if he's here or not, this is all fake. I nodded.