Ghosts Age Rating Novels & Stories

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

"You'll find out when it gets dark," Grim said. "Oh, I wonder if you're afraid of ghosts. I'll take you to meet some later." Amy looked horrified when she heard his words. "What the hell are you talking about? There's no such thing as ghosts." She had been afraid of the dark since she was a child, so she dared not watch thriller movies, let alone supernatural films. Right now, she was worried that these men might bring her and Magaret into a haunted house.

Miranda replied. "Is that so?" The ghost questioned. Miranda nodded and then she said, "they're not real. Just fairy tales, and a good character to use to win money off teenaged girls. I mean do you know how much money was made because of Edward Cullen?" The ghost nodded and released a dry, sarcastic chuckle. "You're talking to a ghost. Would you say I'm not real?" The ghost pointed to her chest. "Well, I- I mean-" "Save it." The ghost expressed with a raise of her palm.

After leaving home, I followed my daughter to find Patrick. By the time Nina and I arrived at the old mansion, the rain had stopped. Today was Johnny’s birthday. In the courtyard of the old mansion, balloons, a stage, and a feast were all set up. Guests arrived in elegant attire, bearing gifts. Children ran around, laughing and playing. In the center of the courtyard, Patrick stood beside a six-year-old boy, cutting the birthday cake with him. He gently reminded him, "Be careful. Don’t get cream on your clothes."

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

Etched was a sinister smile on the corner of the Ghost’s mouth, he slurped at his hair, blackened in the misery of the happening until he couldn’t digest the fury of the moment and sat with a thud. “She’ll kill me.” He fumbled. “Why?” Matt asked, staring straight at the sullen ghost. "Aren't you supposed to be more powerful and deadly than her?" “No.” “She is a child. Born through the conversion of another animal,” his voice came out gross and unfathomable. “How do I get out of here?” “You can't, Matty.” The Ghost of the Black barked. “You go with us, or she takes you down into the world, filled with retribution of the past.” The Ghost alerted.

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

he closes the lid of his laptop then puts it on the side table. "Then watch movie with me." "I don't like horror movie. It's all fake.” "There ARE ghosts in this world, Honey. Ghosts, spirits, haunted houses. They are most definitely real." He makes a face, a ‘meh’ face, "Can we play a game? Something stimulating, not just sit and scream watching this ridiculous movie." I'm gonna let that comment about this movie being ridiculous slides, simply because he pays me good. If he's one of my younger siblings, he would've been kicked somewhere the moment that word comes out.

“Why did you make Steve say it? Where is he now?” “Dead and six feet below where he is supposed to be,” Ghost said. “He betrayed your love for him for two million dollars, love. You can’t trust humans, my love. They are not for us.” “You would never tell me what to do again!” Rhea cried. “I promise you.” “I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” Ghost said. “I wanted to show you how evil humans are. And that promise I made to you about releasing your mother on your sixteenth birthday, forget it.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.