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.

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.

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?"

All eyes were on him, His aura was dark and he was unapproachable, no one dared to come closer. He walked inside the company and his employees greeted him but He kept an expressionless face without returning Their greeting. He entered his office and his Assistance was waiting for him. "Boss you are here. The meeting will start in the next 10 minutes." Mike said, happy to see his boss. Mike is Casper's personal assistant, he is also a vampire, A high rank vampire. His skin is pale,and his eyes are brown. He is quite handsome but not as handsome as Casper.

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

"To laugh at me?" Xavier scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's nothing funny here. All I see is a sad little man." Michael’s face reddened with fury. Xavier took a step forward, dropping a thick file onto Michael's cluttered desk. "I'm just here to let you know that all of your assets have been foreclosed," he said coldly, his smirk deepening. Michael's eyes widened as he stared at the file in disbelief. Michael stared at Xavier with disbelief, his voice dripping with bitterness. "Spare me that fake sympathy. I can see it, that smug smile on your face. You're happy about this, aren't you?" Michael’s cold tone barely hid the fury simmering underneath.