Ghosting Novel Novels & Stories

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

"VENUS is not a Planet can easily be mistaken for a romance novel. Which is understandable because it has the ideal components that create that consensus. There is a girl and along the road comes along a boy and well you can see where I am going with this. Back to my point, while this book may be interpreted as a simple teen fiction dipped in a honeycomb of romance. I would like you all to look at it with a new perspective today. VENUS is not a Planet deals with the road that most mortals find themselves on. It is riddled with bumps and holes which is synonymous to grief, pain, love, heartache and so much more. I had a hard time writing this book, or more clearly I had a hard time separating

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

“They know no boundaries.” I visibly shuddered. “I’d forgotten about that afternoon. I hope that thing is gone from here.” “I did a few more clearings while you were gone,” she said with earnest. “I’m going to admit that I was shocked and I am still shocked by the number of spirits and ghosts in this place. Believe it or not, I still have some to chase out.” “I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?”

By dawn, I had finally come to a painful realization—he no longer loved me. The memory ended abruptly as Patrick found himself drowning in past regrets. Jennifer’s voice suddenly broke the silence. "Patrick, what’s wrong? Were you thinking about Winnie just now?" A harmless smile hung on her lips, but a flicker of cunning flashed through her eyes. "Come to think of it, isn’t it strange? Even after all this, Winnie still hasn’t shown up. Using a child to play the victim—what a pathetic and cheap trick." Patrick stiffened, his mind suddenly recalling Lily’s earlier report that Nina had already fallen unconscious.