Ghostface Stu Macher Novels & Stories

Everywhere was silent for a while, not until they heard Clara sobbing “That video is fake…she..she framed me, perhaps someone make a duplicate of my face or, perhaps a makeup artist…..” A hard slap landed on her face, cutting her words short. It was Macho; he was already standing in front of her ready to pounce on her. She was shocked beyond words as the threatening tears in her eyes fall off freely

the man said as he stood up. "well the food might have not finally made the impression you want it to make but it still made an impression more than your chubby man transformation, you see not everybody has a good impression of Chubby people, i know Mammon and he sure don't strike a good impression to me, but sure i will try to see if I can get poker face to join with me, so now can two people teleport with one token?" Thanatos asked. "you know this wasn't my real appearance?" the man asked Thanatos.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

"Or maybe he's got his own grudge against the Diablos family. Doesn't matter. All I know is I never asked to be fed information, but I needed so I accepted.” I filed this information away, rage simmering beneath my skin. Giovanni would pay for his betrayal—but not yet. First, we needed to use this knowledge strategically. "We have a deal then," I said, extending my hand to Wheeler. "You help us take down Valor, we help you get justice." Wheeler studied my hand for a moment, then clasped it firmly. "Deal. But understand this, Ghost Rider—if you double-cross me, if this is some elaborate trap, I will make sure you suffer before you die. Both of you."

“He’s the shop’s conscience. Don’t let it fool you. He’s stabbed someone for less than a busted chain.” “Not recently,” she added. “But the vibe sticks.” Then came Mouse, twitchy and awkward. Marge waved him off. “Skilled with wires, terrible with eye contact.” And finally, Ghost. tall, bald, and scarred. “Don’t ask why he’s called that,” Marge said. “He doesn’t like questions.” I nodded as they walked past. It wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t hostile either. That was something. Later, I helped Marge find a tool. I didn’t think about it. Just pulled a box from the shelf, remembering how I used to stock inventory in my dad’s shop.

He swiped up one of the pancakes with the spatula and launched it—raw side up—at Evangeline. SPLAT! Ghost ran a hand down his face, “Fuck me. I think we’re about to witness a murder.” “A well-deserved murder if you ask me.” Maverick grunted.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek. Studs on his two earlobes and a nose ring. He looked like a criminal who just got out of jail and he looked frightening each time he frowns. They say,he was once a ring fighter.Ice cold. Real name,Shawn Gomez. To be honest with you,I like this guy. As his name depicts,he was very calm and quiet. You could underestimate this guy but girl! You would be shocked out of your skin. Not too tall but taller than storm. He is good with the machine guns and long range guns. A former assassin and now,he works for Jake.

The tip started to smoke, leaving a sharp menthol scent in the air. "What?" asked the guy noticing Dorin's stare. "What... is that?" Dorin asked, pointing at the white stick. The guy snorted. "Are you serious?!" he asked back, laughing so hard that he starts coughing. He extended a hand to Dorin after he finally got his breath back. "Johan Ignacius." "Dorin Silvius." the two shook hands. Dorin was about to ask about the stick again when Johan suddenly looked up and stomps it to the ground.

Jace leans over to give him a light peck on the lips before he straightens back up and sips his coffee. He is the exact opposite of uncle Leo in every physical way. Uncle Leo is around five foot nine, with tanned olive skin and dark coloring. Brown eyes and black hair. He has a smooth face with no facial hair or blemishes. He is lean and toned. Where as Jace is big and burly. He is six foot three, with wide shoulders and muscled arms. A semi professional hockey player, he was excessively manly in appearance. Creamy light skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a full beard and a deep love of flannel shirts. He reminded Asher of the lumberjack man on the Brawny paper towels but prettier a