Novel & Cerita Ghostface X Michael Myers

everyone else was feeling it as well, I could tell how miserable it must have been for them because it was also happening to me. the only person who got away with anything is Michael, though, since he is Xander's cousin. Xander had left five minutes ago, and now Michael was smirking as he made his way toward me. I scowled at him, not in the mood for his games right now.

At this point, Greg pee in his pants as he begs for mercy, but my wolf is furious, barring her sharp teeth at him. “You-you are - you are the chosen wolf, Greg stutters, retreating from me. “Baby, baby, wake up,” I feel someone's warm hands shaking me gently. I snapped my eyes open and realized it was Michael. His face shows concern, his huge hands cupping my face. I sigh and look around. Sandra and Gabriel looked worried as well, tears building up in my eyes,and not wanting them to see me cry, I trapped my arms Micheal, burying my face in his chest. He told me tendering while whispering in my ear.

I asked him curiously. Michael's face turned tomato red and he puffed his cheeks up with air. He looked like a thinner, paler version of Dexter. He wasn't as muscled and his hair was darker than Dexter's. It was almost brown. But he still had the same issues as Dexter had when he was embarrassed. His ears and everything turned red. It was endearing.

The thugs lay dead all over the floor. Corpses littered the floor about ten steps from Dustin. It was a chaotic sight. Within ten steps from Dustin, not a thing was out of place. Michael’s face changed as he stared at the people who had shown up beside Dustin. Their eyes were the only things visible. Their faces were covered. However, the cold glint in their eyes made Michael tremble. Michael had seen some horrific stuff before, but he had never met such frightening people. These people were even more vicious than top-class assassins.

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.

my voice came barely above a whisper, as he turned to face me, his face filled with anger. "No, my precious boy is still too young to die. Not my boy, and..." "Grandpa, I'm so sorry for running late!" A familiar voice that felt like someone had been panting called out. I turned around, and my eyeballs nearly popped out. For a while, I thought I saw a ghost. "Michael?" I called, my voice shaking with shock, as Raymond stood up, his face pale. I couldn't understand everything that had just happened as I saw Freya from behind, her body covered in plasters, while Michael's forehead was wrapped in white bandages.

Goosebumps crept up to my skin as I realized the possibility of hearing that voice in my head, and coincidentally, feeling the pain of a broken bond in one night. “Michael.” The words left my mouth involuntarily as I slowly lifted my eyes, meeting Michael’s cold and dark gaze. He was standing at the other end of the hall, a creepy smile on his face as his eyes bore into my face. He was here, and somehow, I knew he was here for me. Just me.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

"You had one job. Find the girl. Grab the girl. And you got played like a damn puppet." He didn’t answer. Smart. Because I was five seconds from carving his name into the door with my knife. Mikey the Hammer stood a few feet away, arms crossed, chewing a toothpick like it owed him money. "It wasn’t me, boss! It was Ghost. That bastard’s like smoke. I didn’t see him move. He was just gone." "You’re supposed to be watching him!" "I did! I swear—" "Do you think this is a game? You think you get second chances because you’re funny? You’re not funny. You’re pathetic."

"I am the one who wasn't looking. I was so lost in my head. Literally in another planet." I took his hand. It was warm. I didn't know why but I started fidgeting, grabbing his fallen textbooks and stacking them with trembling fingers. "No, really, I am just... I am a mess today. I am sorry." The guy leaned in, squinting at my face. "You look worried, man. Like, dangerously pale. I am Mike, by the way." "Gabriel," I mumbled, trying to wipe the dust off my jeans. "Well, Gabriel, you look like you have been haunted by a ghost. And sadly I think I can relate to you right now. Weird coincidence, right?"