Ghosts Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Those eyes lifted and locked on mime and the glass instantly stopped moving. “The dead has no business with the living, Riven Cole,” he said, voice low enough that only I heard the tremor under it. “We don't tend to corpses here.” I crossed the distance, my boots leaving wet prints on sawdust, then I placed my hands on the counter and said in a low voice, “Then pour one for a ghost.” The room seemed to respond to my words like they heard me, a hush spreading round. I heard a chair scraping the ground and seconds later, someone in the back muttered “traitor”.

Ace's Pov Elena and Ghost arrived at noon. The building felt different the moment they walked in. Not because Ghost did anything visible to change it. Because the specific awareness that someone in the room understood every system running inside the walls produced a kind of alertness that had no other cause. Ghost was younger than I expected. Early twenties. The kind of face that gave away nothing. It had been designed to give away nothing for a long time. They said nothing when introduced. I understood immediately that saying nothing was not rudeness. It was standard operating practice.

And I've chosen to leave and you have to choose to Live. Love Julia. <-reply <<-reply all forwad-> ³ All rights reserved, Characters in this book are Fictional. A mind journey. i. Mature content. Prologue. I met a ghost once, a pale 16-year-old. Her cheeks stained by tears, her eyes were so dry. The make-up hid most of the teardrops but failed to account for all. Each word was a scream for help. "I am great," she said ."Never been better" ."Am Alright".I stopped bothering to ask.

The ghost of an old man said. "That means that you're also a ghost... like us!" The ghost of a little girl said. The five ghosts laughed at me, making me feel the deafening sound they were making. I can't believe that this is happening. How can I do the astral project now after a long time? Although I was able to do this before, the last time was when I was just nine years old!

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

It was still the middle of the night, but surely there was something she could snack on in the kitchen. Veronica began walking again, at a faster pace than before. Yes, she told herself it was just a mouse she had heard. But her father’s voice spoke up in her mind, ‘There are creatures in the walls that get little girls who wander this castle at night.’ She shook her head. Veronica was too old to believe in ghosts or monsters. It was just a story he had told her to make her stay in bed. He had seemed amused by her horror at the thought. Veronica was a wisp of a girl, barely 16. But that was an adult. She would soon be married. She had no idea who he was but also understood it was not her dec

he says quietly, his sincerity catching me off guard. “It’s fine,” I reply, shrugging. “Actually, it was nice. For a short while, anyway. Every time I went there and you were there, I got to pretend I was just a normal guy.” “Guy, maybe not,” Ghost teases, his lips quirking up. “Boy sounds more like it.” I glare at him, though I can’t stop the corner of my mouth from twitching. “You do realize you’re only two years older than me, right?”

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

Crystal turned to the door while she sat down on her bed thinking about Jack. It was Aunty Lucy at it again. She never does the chores and yet she gets paid for it . "Am coming Aunty" Crystal responded to her aunt who was ready to bounce on her as usual. Crystal was eighteen years old and old enough to know what she wanted but her aunt had refused to let her be for the mean time. She would always call crystal a little child who still needed to be directed in the right part. She was turning 20 in few months time and her aim was to live alone and make new friends while she finds out about her parents death.