Novel & Cerita Ghosts Ellie Goulding

Crystal tried saying but then the person who had picked up the call interrupted. “This is the phone of a dead human, please come help your family at the train station!” immediately the call ended. Crystal paused for a while wondering what she had just heard the other person say. She was only twelve years old and losing her parents wasn’t something she wished for. She sat down slowly on the couch and different thoughts popped into her head as tears ran down from eyes soaking her clothes. “My parents are dead” she mumbled looking lost alone in the house. After few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up from the couch , grabbed her bag from her room and left for the train station.

There was Joe, she was really surprised of how he had change in a snap of a finger, and then there was this blackmailing bastard she had to find out who it was. With that in mind, psyched up Elsie went to the dressing room and picked everything she needed. A dress and a pair of shoes, fresh towels and undies then left the master bedroom for the guest room. She also carried her phone and the music player, selected the best of Taylor swift and hit he shower. You could hear her scream the famous 2014 "shake it off" specifically that line...they say I go on too many dates, but I can't make them stay uh uhh. When she emerged Ellie Golding’s fifty shades of grey track “love me like you do" was bla

“You’re even hotter than Blue described. I didn’t know that was possible.” Sadie smirked. “You too, sunshine.” I turned the camera back on myself. “Okay. Full girl gang assembled. I guess I should explain why I sang Billie Eilish like I was casting a curse.” Ellie’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you did not.” “I did,” I groaned, rubbing my temples. “I changed my solo at the last second and just… unloaded.” Sadie added, “She broke a hundred hearts in the crowd, and one of them was definitely Teddy’s.”

The air smelled of mold and rust. Eli’s heart started racing again. The darkness from the ballroom still lingered in his mind. He pulled against the chains, panic rising fresh in his chest. “Hello?” he called out, voice hoarse. “Is anyone there?” A figure stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room. Tall. Thin. Wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up. The person moved closer until the light from the bulb illuminated their face. Eli’s breath caught. The Ghost.

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

I keep walking, my breathing being the only sound echoing in this huge scary garden. I am almost past the centre of it, but nothing still. I haven't seen a thing, and that voice is no more. The garden is dead quiet! I halt in my tracks, opting to howl to whoever that is around, but something stops me. The lights of the garden flicker on, the sharpness of them almost blinding me, but I dare not close my eyes. I can't. "Ellie!?" Damian appears right in front of me looking like he has seen a ghost.

I looked at the dead server, the empty accounts, the life I’d just wiped to be free. ​I picked up the phone. ​"Hello?" ​"Elara Vance," a woman’s voice said. It wasn't Chloe. It wasn't someone I knew. It was a voice like broken glass sharp, cold, and entirely without mercy. "You've been very busy tonight. You've destroyed a lot of expensive hardware." ​"Who is this?" ​"Let's just say I'm someone who appreciates the value of a clean slate. You've cleared your digital footprint, Elara. You’re a ghost now. And ghosts are the only ones who can get into the places I need to go."

My heart slammed against my ribs. “No. No, I buried you. We did the rites. Father made us burn everything—” “Elara,” the voice cut gently. “He lied. They all did.” My legs buckled, and I slid to the floor. “No. You can’t be real. This is some kind of trick. Dorian’s sick enough to play games.” “I am not a ghost,” she whispered, and something in her voice hit deep—like an old lullaby I hadn’t heard since I was a child. “And I am not his game. I’ve been waiting for you. I never stopped waiting.”

came the reply, hoarse, gravelly, the sound of ruin. The woman blinked in surprise and nearly dropped her pen. “What the hell happened to your voice?” Her tone dripped with disgust. Eloise didn’t flinch. “Smoke,” she replied plainly. “It damaged my throat.” The woman tilted her head, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You mean… a fire?” Eloise nodded once. “Yes. A fire.” The air went tense. The woman tapped the pen against her clipboard, staring hard. “Scarlet Heart isn’t a normal club,” she said finally, her voice sharper. “Our guests are… special.”