Ghostface X Reader Novels & Stories

He will not kill me, right? Xander is now a few inches apart from her. He stared at Gabbie on her face for at least five seconds before he eyed her from head to toe. Gabbie guzzled some mucus while her eyes stuck on the carpeted floor. And when Xander leaned closer to her ears, she shivers and started to feel cold.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

“You sat there. You watched her lead. You listened to her voice, watched her face. Don’t lie — you entered that room for more than just a project. Evelyn Rathford is getting to you.” He said nothing. Freda smiled softly, victory gleaming in her eyes. “You wanted to see if ghosts can come back wearing a new skin.” Xander didn’t deny it. He simply looked away—jaw tight, eyes distant, shoulders tense. "You can't hide from your true self , Mr Alexander Mitchelle."

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

Rage blinded me, and I pushed him with all my strength. "How dare you kiss me?" I roared and slapped him across the face. 《 Xander 》 When I pulled away, she opened her eyes. For a second, her look was relaxed and satisfying, then her demeanour changed, her eyes blackened with anger, and she slapped me across the face.Ouch !! It really hurts. My girl is now stronger than ever. "How dare you kiss me?" she said, her fingers touching her lips. "Sorry," I smirked. "Actually, I am not sorry.

A muffled whimper escaped from my mouth when I felt his hand slowly slip under the dress and stop on my thigh — I knew he felt it was shaking uncontrollably. "This…is a beautiful gift. A colourful night that is meant to be carefully taken care of and celebrated." Soon when he stopped pasting his kisses on my skin that was now overwhelmed by goosebumps, Alpha Xenos mercilessly chuckled, having this moment to look at me again but I was not looking back. My eyes were shut tight in fear of looking back into his eyes. I could smell his rotten breath all over my skin — it was sickening.

For a few minutes, there was silence then Xander turned toward me and I mimicked his action. Now were both facing each other. He caressed my cheek with his thumb, there was so much emotion on his face, and I was looking for a certain emotion. He pecked my lips and then my forehead. "You are a beautiful angel. " whispered and pecked my lips again. I smiled and all of sudden I am feeling all shy. I hid my face in his chest, which rumbled with Xander's laughter. "Now don't go all shy on me, baby. "

“That’s what the white creature is. A Gravok. They herd Ferals. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” I gave a watery laugh. “It was a dream, Xan. You can’t fight dreams.” “I hate that it touched you at all,” he growled, brushing damp hair from my face. “I hate anything that scares you.” I closed my eyes and reached inside myself. Wolf? You there? Nothing. Not even an echo. Figures, I thought. Just trauma. Xander suddenly pulled back, clapped his hands once, and flashed that wicked grin that always melted my defenses.

I screamed, slamming my shoulder against the glass. He didn't hear me. He just reached up, his fingers trembling as he touched the rubies in the wolf’s eyes. "He knows," Xander whispered, appearing beside me in the hallway. "Deep down, in the parts of him I haven't been able to rewrite yet, he knows he’s a ghost. But he doesn't have the magic to fight me. He doesn't even know he is magic." He slammed the book shut. The glass shattered. The hallway vanished.