Ghostface Stu Macher Novels & Stories

Ghostface snarl, spreading his cum on my face with his dick. He's a nutcase.

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.

Stefan questioned me “Ghost, your father said Ghost....” I replied to him and sat on steel skeleton of Lada and started thoroughly cutting rooftop leather were GHOST was embedded... this was the only thing that we haven’t checked... I wasn’t hopeful to find anything here but still my intuition asked me to check this place and I did... In just a minute I managed cut one entire side of rooftop leather and JACKPOT... a disk in steel box fell right on my face... “Ooouhhh......” I winced, Zachary and Stefan were both witnessing my manic behavior, Stefan instantly picked up that silver colored disk and carefully observed it and said “it’s a.... hard disk...”

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.

"There are civilians here, Sheriff. You wouldn't want any collateral damage or your fragile reputation to get ruined, now would you?" Wheeler's hand stilled, but his expression remained murderous. "You've got some nerve showing your face to me, Ghost Rider." "Don't worry, I'm here for a reason.” “Do I even want to know?” He asked, turning his attention back to his coffee. “It's a proposition." "I don't make deals with murderers." "Then hear me out and decide if I'm the murderer you should be focused on." The tension in the diner was suffocating. A waitress had frozen mid-pour, coffee sloshing over the rim of a cup.

“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.

I controlled myself from laughing. Maam smiled and went inside her cabin after we greeted her. And Mr.Stone started to pass all of us and before he does I get a brilliant idea as a tiny little revenge. I held the cup and started tapping my fingers on it looking at him. He saw the moment and when everyone greeted him, he nodded to all of them. I looked up and said, “Good Morning, Mr.Stone!” “Good Morning, Ms.Pari!” he greeted back with a scowl covering his face.

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.