Ghostface Novels & Stories

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

I look to see the person who spoke and saw a man in a navy blue suit. 'He's probably the big shot' I thought to myself. He offers a hand to help me up but I refuse and got up on my own, "there's no need to apologize, I was the one that wasn't paying attention to where I was going." " My name is Luke Anderson," He introduces himself out of the blue, "the PA of Eric James," he adds on. 'Eric James? The name sound familiar' I thought then it hit me. "Isn't he that rude CEO that despises all womankind?" I ask there are rumors around the city that he's gay.

Celeste said and Xayne stopped punching the bag. "Do I have your attention now?". "Are you serious, Celeste?". "I am, he had a cap covering his face and a hood over it, Geez his lips were captivating, I can't believe a ghost picked interest in me". Celeste said. "Did you say hood? Black hood, he's pretty tall". "Um how did you know?". "Damn! I'm not crazy after all, it's real, he's real ". Xayne whispered. .

I had so many questions. “Take it easy, it took me like three weeks to figure out I could walk through walls.” He sits in front of me and starts to laugh. “I can’t believe it. One was my best mate all along.” He chuckles. Not that I asked for it, or thought I’d ever want it, but the idea of having powers and abilities could be very fun, as well as risky. “I figure that your mark relates to your power, from the news they say everyone is different. Mine looks like a circle which is half degraded. Hence, Phasing – disappearing.” I look down at the sun that now sits on my chest, “I guess we’re not going topless to the beach this summer?” I chuckle. Axel looks relieved.

I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo. Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy? "What the hell is this, why would someone do that?" Connor shrugged towards me, a bewildered look on his face. "I know right, they took away the snapchat hotdog filter, and now this!?"

" 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.

Kara stood by him, trying their best to analyze the scene, pretending the stench of the decayed body did not terrorise them—her—he had gotten too familiar with the smell it only arouse him. He wondered what was left of his humanity, what would be left when he finally gets caught. No, he wouldn't think of that, not when he was this close to revenge. He already knew everything about the scene and there was no need for evidence, this was his victim's house, the world's criminal. His phone began to ring, distracting his thoughts. “Hello” “Hello Detective Jones, we spotted Mr Andre in a Cafe right now.” “What Cafe? Do not approach him, the subject is dangerous, I repeat do not approach, we are on

As she got closer to the town hall, she was greeted by Gage and another spell-blade. “Hello Jade,” he said in a German accent. “Hi, you must be Gage.” She spoke. “And who might you be?” “Kills is what I'm called.” The other spoke. “And what can I do for you?” Jade asked looking around. She’d hope the vampires were around. “Hmm die?” “Why do you want me dead anyway I'm just a human nothing special there.” “Eh, girl you don’t know what you can do. It’s a pity I figured you'd put up a fight. Where’s your father?” He asked.