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I'd rather take this to my grave than have Collin know. I'm a tainted victim. My kisses are worthless. My touches are defiled. I am no longer human. I am murdered by the damned. I am a ghost. A ghost that walks through walls unnoticed. Ghosts are there but can't be hurt by the forces of this world. Forget eating, forget therapy, forget Italy, forget Collin... Forget...forget...forget...

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.” Ghost lets out a bitter laugh. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want anything from you anymore.” He doesn’t look at me, just stares down at his lap. “I thought... I thought maybe you cared. But you don’t. Not really. So forget it, Prince. Just let it go.” “I do care,” I say, stepping closer to him. “I do, Ghost. I just... I don’t know how to fix this. I apologized for Marcello. I told you I’m sorry. What else can I do?”

“You didn’t just expose him, Evelyn. You erased him.” She exhaled, but her voice cracked faintly when she spoke. “Then why does it still feel like he’s here?” “Because ghosts don’t leave on command,” he said softly. “But they fade… when you stop feeding them.” Her gaze drifted to him — the same man who once broke her heart and somehow still understood the brokenness inside her. “You think that’s possible? To stop feeding the ghosts?” He gave a half-smile. “It starts with choosing to live.”

"Are you kidding, have you seen you. You are a fucking cute ghost, there is absolutely nothing to be scared of. If you were not a ghost, you would have been moaning loudly and screaming my name right about now." "Oh God, you are so nasty Enzo. I knew you were going to find a way to ruin the moment." We both started laughing. "Anyways I am leaving, good night." She disappeared before I could say anything else. If I am being fucking honest, she's so damn hot and that black skimpy night dress of hers is driving me fucking crazy and even as a ghost, if I could actually touch and hold her, I would have fucked her already, it doesn't matter to me if she's a ghost.

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.