Ghostface X Reader Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

"And you brought a guest. The famous Feya Baldwin." I didn't say anything. I let my hand go completely limp in Jaxson's grip, wishing I could disappear into the floorboards. "We're just grabbing a drink. Fancy seeing you here asshole. Don’t you have any seraphic halos to polish?," Jaxson said, as he dapped up Caleb. "Don't be like that, Captain," Caleb said, stepping directly into our path. He leaned against the counter, his gaze locking onto my face. "I was just surprised, that's all. The blogs are one thing, but seeing the Ice King actually holding hands with the campus ghost? It's a lot to process. Especially since nobody even knew you two walked in the same circles. Certainly not I, your

I snapped, crossing my arms. He grinned and licked his lips. “I can see why he picked you. I’m Ghost, the Beta of Venom,” he said, reaching for my hand. I cringed, but let him take it, he kissed the back of it. Ghost … you certainly will be soon if I can help it. Please don’t haunt me though, that’s all I need. “The walk over here made me get quite a thirst, you have a drink by chance,” I asked, giving my best smile, polite but not overly forced. Something told me this guy didn’t get many females to himself, Beta or not.

Cassandra wanted to kick herself in the head, she didn't understand why her body was behaving this way, but she couldn't resist this pull towards Mitch. Meanwhile, Mitch and Gus were asking themselves why the fuck Jim was hugging their mate. In the three seconds that the hug lasted, Gus ripped open Jim's throat 127 times in his mind. Gus cackled every time the life went out of Jim's eyes. Then Mitch's eyes went black when Cassie's arousal wafted up his nostrils. He could smell her nectar suffocating him from the insides. Jim's body went stiff when he detected Cassie's arousal, too.

The bond tugged at me with Kaye’s unease, sharp enough to draw me toward her. When I turned the corner, I saw her on the floor outside Carly’s room, silver veins burning under her skin. And sitting beside her was someone. Quiet, scarred, soft-spoken. A tracker who avoided crowds. A wolf who never raised his voice. A wolf who rarely looked me in the eye. But now he looked at her with steady confidence, and she looked back at him with the kind of fear that made my wolf rise. “What are you doing,” I demanded, moving down the hall.

Grace stood arm-in-arm with a slightly gray-haired man, smiling in a way that looked both sweet and forced. The second our eyes met, shock flashed across her face. Then it turned into pure malice. The man beside her noticed me and guided Grace over. We lightly clinked glasses. Before he could say anything, Grace spoke first. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time." The businessman looked surprised. "You know each other?" he asked in heavily accented English.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

he turns to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done with my meetings. And don't overwork yourself, sunshine," he whispers, and I smile at his words. Red dots spread across my cheeks. "Goodbye," I whisper back. "Goodbye, sunshine," he kisses my lips before heading for the door, leaving with a raccoon-looking Lucas. "So..." I began. "Where-" "I've asked Rose to set up the old readership lab for you. And I think it'll have everything you might need for your research," so Xander didn't tell him what exactly I will be doing in the lab, I guess.