Ghostface Stu Macher Novels & Stories

Just a string of garbled characters that resolved, for a nanosecond, into a familiar Macau area code before dissolving into static. Sabatine’s operational instincts screamed. This was a line only Leon and a handful of ghosts from his past should have. He answered, putting it on speaker but holding it close, his body tensing. At first, there was only the sound of distant, distorted traffic, like hearing a city through water. Then a voice. It was electronically altered, a flat, genderless drone, but the cadence was unnervingly calm, almost conversational. “Sabatine Stalker. Or do you prefer ‘Sabe’ now? The pet name of a billionaire is such a curious thing.”

His entire body is coiled tight, his muscles twitching with barely contained rage. “For his own fucking good?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. “Does this look like it was made to make him a better fucking man?” I stare at the laptop, my stomach twisting. What the fuck? How does he even have it? Before I can process anything, Ghost’s fingers slam against the keys, bringing up another video. “What about this, Mrs. De Luca?” His voice is low, lethal. “Does this make him a better fucking man? This is day three, by the way, of a ten-day punishment.”

Ghost bellowed, "And I'll do anything for power!" The grafted flesh around his body squirmed as he did—a sickening sight. "It seems that I've underestimated you…" Frank dropped to one knee, turning pale and smiling in pain as he looked down at the gaping hole in his stomach. "Frank!" Skyler stumbled backward, suddenly fearing the grafted monster beside Frank. Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein!

he yelped. While he was still preoccupied with his own problem, Gray took this opportunity to hide among the machinery, stealthily crawling her way in. She didn’t even bother to check who it was that shouted earlier. Whether the “hey” was directed at her or not, she would find out in a few seconds. Hiding herself behind the machines, she heard approaching steps. “What the hell are you doing, leaving your post?!” a man said furiously. He had a spiky mohawk hairstyle like a cliché rockstar. He had a bushy beard and he had a larger physique compared to Disgustington.

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight because even though it was late at night, screams of insults still reached his ears, but he paid no heed. Because Stefan was staying up late and busy fiddling with his cell phone to design a sophisticated program to launch orders. The name of the program: SJ-Gacor. S is his own name and J is John. (Gacor is easy to find orders) [10%...] [35% ...] [60%...]

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight because even though it was late at night, the screams of insults still reached his ears, but he paid no heed. That's because Stefan is up late and busy fiddling with his phone designing a sophisticated programme to get more orders. The name of the programme: SJ-Gacor. S is his own name and J is John. [10% ...] [35% ...] [60% ...] [100% ...]

Mia teased. Gabrielle smirked at me in the mirror, almost like she knew something. Mia and Charlotte both smiled at each other and then looked at me smiling. I rolled my eyes and focused my attention on the road. I looked in my mirror to see if Vincenzo was following us. He was in a black maserati.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

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!?"

" Ghostface's expression was brutal as he yelled. Then, Ghostface turned around and glared at Harvey as he gritted his teeth. Harvey narrowed his eyes as he arrived at the edge of the clearing with a curious expression. While Ghostface had been screaming the name Sverker for a while, only when he arrived at this place did Harvey realize that Sverker was probably not some ordinary man.