Ghostface X Reader Novels & Stories

Eva expresses her distaste for Jasper's possessive attitude. Jasper took a long, heavy breath. His chin was raised, and his demeanor was arrogant. "Do you know what you've done, Eva? You don't even know who Gabriel Xander is." Jasper then glanced at Cody and back at Eva. Eva was still frowning at Jasper. The corner of Jasper's lips rose into a sinister grin. "Gabriel Xander is not human." Eva widened her eyes, then frowned deeply. Confused, she turned to Cody, who was also glancing at Eva.

I didn't know what he was thinking, and if I could read midns like he could, then I guess he wouldn't have had anything to keep to himself. Wolves couldn't read minds. We only went with our instincts, and our nostrils that could go lengths, while vampires could do their stuff, and even read minds. That was what Xander could do, he usually read the minds of people, those girls that loved to he around him, and just took their heats and read them. Though he wasn't able to do that to me most of the time, I knew that I couldn't have done it either. Why the hell was he suddenly gloomy, and why was he looking that way?

Alex’s chest nearly brushing mine, radiating a heat that makes my skin tingle. He doesn’t look away. His jade eyes are dark, focused entirely on me, searching for permission—or maybe he already knows he has it. His large, calloused hand cupping the back of my neck. His thumb traces the line of my jaw, a touch so light, yet so grounding that it makes my breath hitch. “If we’re being honest, Xander…” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that makes my wolf howl in recognition. I swallow hard.

“That’s my line.” They kissed, not rushed or desperate, but with the tentative precision of two people tracing the edges of a new map. It was a language, and each touch was a question, each breath a dare. In the dark, Carolina found the shape of his scarred shoulder, the old wound that had nearly ended him twice, and pressed her lips to it. Xander shook with silent laughter, pulled her closer, and for the first time in a long time, she let her guard shatter.

Rick Mack paused sighting someone from afar, he walk out of his sturdy, taking smooth steps towards the library "Dad" He turn but saw no one "Daddy" "Sasha, are you there?" He ask in alarm, turning the door knob of the library "Sasha" He stop himself from opening the door and pull down the lever beside the door, he bring his gun out, Sasha wouldn't pop in out of the blue he knew that. Though Xander is the ghost of the mansion he wouldn't come here unannounced "Dad" He hears the distinct voice of Sasha.

📘 Chapter Eleven📘 💞 Gianna's P.o.v💞 We were all eating in slience,i tried not to look at Xander but the girl he was with kept giggling. They were feeding each other, such big fools. I looked over at Jayden, then smiled to myself. "Um..Jay,you have a stain on your cheek" "Really? Where?"Jayden asked touching his face. "I will help you" I went closer to him, making our faces so close to each other, then i licked the side of his lips.

Ghost explained. I closed my eyes and stopped pretending, letting out a sigh of pain and tiredness. It took a few minutes for us to arrive because Ghost was moving slowly, precisely so as not to hurt me anymore. I know the exact moment I enter the Imperial bedroom and open my eyes, Ghost lets go of my waist and I stagger, but I make it to the bed and lie down. My vision simply blacked out. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

“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.