Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Michael grumbled through gritted teeth. The man stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. He even wiped away a few tears for good measure before smirking at Michael. “That was hilarious. I almost shook with fear, oh fearsome marketing manager. Too bad those scare tactics don’t work on me. No need to have me kicked out, I was already leaving,” he spoke steadily and stepped closer to him. “You will eat your words someday, mark my words,” he warned in a chilly tone before pivoting on his heels and sauntering away. Left dumbfounded and staring after the mysterious stranger, Michael was brought out of his stupor when somebody tapped his shoulder. Turning around, he saw that i

“Do you know who I am Evelyn? Do you know who you just made an enemy of?” I gulped and didn’t respond. His lips brushed my ear. “I am Ghost. The mother fucking king of the mafia.” He pushed off my chair. I winced as the chair jerked. Tears began to fill my eyes. “But based on this reaction. I gather you have already figured that out.” He was standing in front of me now with his arms crossed on his chest. Machine leaned on the cement wall near the only door of the room. I met Kade’s cold whiskey brown eyes and nodded.

But instead, I was greeted by a slight nod of acknowledgement, as well as a wry grin. “It’s nice to see you hale and hearty, Layla,” he muttered. I blinked. “T–Thank you,” I responded after a moment, and Michael’s smile widened. His lips parted as he prepared to say something else, but then the sound of a low groan coming through the open doors of the minivan stopped him cold, and as one we all turned to Xavier, who winced as he came awake before sitting up and blinking blearily at all of us.

It was the countdown to destruction. Before I left, I looked back at my men. "Let’s remind Myles Voss who the real Ghost is," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Let’s show this city what happens when you mess with us." With that, I stepped into the night. My mind was already racing, planning the next move. Myles Voss had made a mistake. Now he would pay for it. This was personal. Blood for blood. Myles Voss had woken the monster. Now he would have to face the consequences. And when it was over, everyone would know why they called me The Ghost. Because I was the last thing you saw before everything you loved turned to dust…

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

Toby followed moments later, burying himself deep and growling as he filled Micah’s ass. There's no way, right? There's no way Toby is Ghostface guy.

"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.

I took a step back, my spine hitting the cold wall. The man standing in front of me, the one calling himself Michael Lane. had a scar at the corner of his eye. He looked exactly like the one in the case file photo. “You didn’t die.” I tightened my grip on the recorder in my pocket. He smiled, baring unnaturally white teeth. “Give me the recording, and I might let you join the experiment.” “Like you did with your daughter?” I let out a cold laugh. “Drive her insane, then push her off a building?”

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

She almost wanted him to say the words magically delicious. "Fuck you, leprechaun." Marco presented his middle finger. "I'm Felix." The blond held out his hand toward Fiona. "Hi." "So, what kind of trouble are you in?" Felix turned toward Marco. "I'm sorry-who are you?" Fiona glanced between the two new men. "I work with them," Marco replied. "Ghost is here." "Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost?" Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scowled. Unlike the other two, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His arms flexed and the thick, dark tattoos seemed to dance down his arms.