Ghostface X Reader Novels & Stories

“Gonna wreck you in a real bed next time. Lights on. So I can watch your face when I make you come again. And again.” Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched hard. He turned, started walking back toward the group—whistling like nothing happened. I stared at the contact name glowing on my screen. Smiled so wide it hurt. Already typing. Me: You’re insane. I hit send before I could overthink it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read it, glanced back at me over his shoulder with that wicked grin. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless: You love it.

Her eyes never left mine. She was curious to know why I was there. Standing by her door was something I had never done in my entire life. Xhafer stared at me and at Giselle. I loved that he could read the room. That was how smart he was. "I would leave both of you now," he said, squatting in front of Giselle and caressing her hair. "When you are through with your dad, you know where to get me." He winked at her, and she shook her head.

Ghost’s lips trail soft kisses over my face, his tenderness a stark contrast to the raw intensity of just moments before. As the haze of pleasure fades, I wait for the regret, for the guilt to creep in. But it doesn’t. Instead, there’s a warmth in my chest, a quiet sense of peace as I look at Ghost lying beside me. His gaze is soft now, his usual cocky smirk replaced with something deeper, more genuine. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t have to pretend this meant nothing. Maybe, for once, I can let myself have this. I relax into his hold, my breathing slowly steadying.

He pressed it in slowly, then pulled back repeatedly. “F*ck,” Xander let out under his breath. Another groan released from his lips. He gave her neck another small bite, this time releasing a small gasp from Athlea. She was getting wet, and her body began to fill with electricity. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, pressing it in. A smirk brushed Xander’s lips, then he stopped. He put his mouth close to her ears, then said, “But because today is a special day, you will go unpunished.”

Grace shot him a death glare in return but he only chuckled as he found her cute. All of a sudden, his laughter died down. Grace turned cautious and sifted his expressions because the man was unpredictable. She noticed the sinister glint in his eyes. Dread pooled in her stomach when his face abruptly turned pure dark making her regret her existence. But his next move surprised her. Pulling her lower lip with his thumb, Xavier leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss there. The move was so sudden and unexpected. Grace was embarrassed but the clouds of red hearts quickly dispersed away when he stabbed his teeth in her soft flesh.

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

In a fit of anger, she had forgotten that she was still changing. She shut the door with a bang and yelled, “Screw you! I’ll never let you touch me!” Kiran wordlessly touched a finger to his nose as he thought to himself, ‘Was the person I kissed and touched not Snow Xander? If not, could it have been…’ “Ghost!” Kiran shouted suddenly, sending a chill down Snow’s spine, and she opened the door with a pale face. “What ghost?” “An ugly female ghost!” Kiran backed away, grinning broadly.

Gwen’s hands went up to her hair, and she pulled at it aggressively. “So then, how does this work? Will I turn into a werewolf too?” she asked, and Xander shook her head negatively. “You are what you are forever,” he said, taking her face in his hands and staring deep into her eyes. “And that is mine,” he said before pressing his lips to hers. I looked away because, for some reason, it felt as though I was invading their privacy, even though this was technically PDA. My gaze fell on Brenda, and she had a worried look on her face.

I looked like a ghost who had crashed a ball she didn’t belong at. Liam was pacing again, his hands running through his hair every few seconds, muttering things I couldn’t make out. Every once in a while, he’d stop and glance at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t trust himself to. Xves hadn’t moved from where he stood — a few feet away, near the columns, shadows carving sharp lines across his face. His shirt was torn near the shoulder, streaked with a faint smear of blood. He looked dangerous like that — calm and unreadable, but coiled tight under the skin.