Ghosts Ellie Goulding Novels & Stories

“The curse ends here.” He pulled her into a bruising kiss. Wolves howled, shaking the rafters.​ That night, Elara opened the locket. The mark glowed softly as a warm hand seemed to brush hers—Eleanor’s ghost, finally at peace.​ Outside, the moon hung full. A wolf howled, low and hopeful.​ “Whatever comes,” she whispered, pressing into him, “we face it.”

But she had to keep up the appearances; if anyone discovered who she truly was, the story would start over—the fox, the bride, the chains, the screams. She forced herself to laugh at their jokes and nod along as they talked about movies and concerts—to appear normal and safe like everyone else. But deep inside, she could feel it. The ghost's words wrapping back around her like chains: Safe is an illusion. Back in the office, a dull hum filled the air—phones ringing, printers whirring, and footsteps echoing. Then, beneath all that noise, a whisper brushed against her ear. “Elira…” She froze in place. Her coworker didn’t look up. No one else seemed to hear it.

"You were in my personal space." She leaned in. "And now I live in it." He kissed her forehead, just as Elodie barged in, tablet under her arm, hair in a lopsided ponytail. "Sorry to interrupt the rom-com," she said, "but we've got a board to demolish." --- Downstairs, the situation room was buzzing. Elodie had brought in a snarky British hacker named Marcus-who insisted on being called Ghost. He wore mismatched socks and chewed on a lollipop like a six-year-old criminal genius.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

She disappeared and the three of them stared at her empty chair. “What?!! Did she just disappear?” June shouted in anguish. “Well, if you can’t see her than that obviously means…” Elizabeth said in an awe. “That was a rhetorical question, and you don’t answer a rhetorical question,” June gritted her teeth. “Ha-ha, good point,” Meredith said with amusement. “This whole thing looks like a plan to get us killed,” Elizabeth was finding it hard to snap out of the shock. “Yes, about that! Technically I cannot die I am a ghost. I am already dead,” June said with a smirk.

❤️THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ . . ❤TWO GHOSTS* SONG BY* HARRY STYLES ❤ . . ❤️Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it's not you and it's not me Tastes so sweet looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can't touch what I see We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Then who can this be? Elle is now frantically pacing back and forth the room. Her pale hands are clammy, her heart beating so fast that she feels like dying. What if Vincent finds this? He’ll kill her! “Ah!” She screams in fright when her phone rings again. Shivering with fear, she picks it up. “H-Hello?” She stammers. A deep, robotic voice chuckles at the other end. Elle grips the phone tightly. “Who are you?” she demands. “What do you want?”

The first one asks, giggling. "Who am I to believe, then?" I snap. "Me." The whisper brushes right against my ear. I turn – and I scream. Allison stands inches from me, her usually tan skin white, as ghostly as my spirit guide's. Her eyes are clear and bright, and a deep, jagged scar runs down from her eyebrow to her cheek. I instantly know she's the dull-voiced one. "Nova..." She reaches out. I remain, frozen. Her fingers graze my cheek, and everything explodes into color. The world around me spins violently.