Girly Ghostface Novelas e Histórias

After all, he has the strongest presence in the pack after me. “Shouldn't you be asleep by this time of the night?” I asked him, but he was silent. I took a sniff, and I realized that it wasn't Khalid. I turned back in less than a second, but there was no one there. It was just an infinite stretch of land, and nothing in sight, although I was very sure that I had just seen someone. “Looking for me?” A very calm voice asked. It was very girly and soft, and I immediately knew who it was. I took in a deep breath again, but I couldn't smell anyone.

I pointed out. She huffs and crosses her arms which made me laugh, while hovering a few inches higher like a grumpy balloon. "But I spent an hour focusing all my energy on this. Ghost makeup is not easy you know." She whined. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit more. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I swear if I could see it, I’d say you look drop-dead gorgeous and even though I can't see it, I still maintain that you are the most radiant and most sexy ghost I have ever seen... I mean, you are the only ghost I have seen but you get the picture." I said truthfully and she finally smiled.

Valentino stood near the whiskey shelf, already pouring a glass. Ghost set the bag down. “Your French minister better send me a fucking Christmas card.” “You got it?” I asked. He opened the bag, pulling out the heavy gold frame. Thick. Old. Wrapped in silk. “Let me see it,” I snapped. Ghost peeled the cloth away. Silence hit the room like thunder. It was a portrait. A woman. Not just any woman. Eyes dark as ink. Fox at her feet. Red string around her wrist. Fox teeth glinting from her grin.

"The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique. "From a powerful, commanding vibe to a vintage look, sweet-and-cool style, icy elegance, or retro flair, I'll guide you through several options so you can find the one that suits you best." "And of course, don't forget skincare. Ghosts love being out at night, but staying up late is terrible for your skin. Try to stick to a healthy sleep schedule whenever you can."

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

The day I was released from prison, I was wearing old clothes that had been washed so many times they had lost their color. I was so thin that I was little more than skin and bones. I looked nothing like the bright, handsome Carter Quince I had been five years ago. Riley West was waiting outside in her car. “Carter, you’re finally out.” I looked up, revealing a face that wasn’t mine, covered in scars. There was even the word "trash" carved into it.

"Look where you are. Nobody asked for your opinion. And honestly, you weren't shy at all when you threw yourself at me. "Ms. Sanchez was young and fearless. What would a cheap mistress like you know about that?" Then Philipp switched to a flattering smile and started showering me with compliments. Grace stood there frozen. The looks from the surrounding guests and the whispers spreading through the room made her face burn. She had never been humiliated like this. Watching Philipp—the man she'd worked so hard to please—fawn over me only made the jealousy worse. Before she could react, Philipp ordered his bodyguards to throw her out.

Meanwhile, Cecily was visibly upset over the mere fact that Wendy, my ex, had shown up in front of me. Perhaps this was the difference when a person loved you. Snapping back out of my thoughts, I pulled Cecily into a hug and placed my hand over hers. "Don't be mad. You're about to be a bride. You'll get wrinkles more easily if you get upset. Don't you want to be a beautiful, blushing bride?" Cheeks turning red, Cecily pretended to snap in anger, "Are you saying I don't look beautiful?" I raised my hands and begged for mercy.

She is their leader, the boss, so to speak. “Pleasure to meet you all. Some of you know me as Ally. I am the leader of this fine group of women. My name is Alessa Valentino-Petrov. Also known as Ghost. We have eyes on Foxy and can confirm she does. In fact, have our little princess with her, as well as the rest of the men who kidnapped and raped Angel.” She says as she stands tall, looking at each man here. Her icy gaze lands on me and I shiver.

Ghost’s mouth latched unto my pussy, slurping every drop of liquid that had pooled out of me until there was almost none left. He cleaned me up with his tongue. He rose to his feet, his lips immediately connecting mine, this time gentler. As if compensating me for his initial roughness. My hands trailed across his biceps just as his lips detached from mine. My lips agape, pupils dilated, and eyes locked on his. Ghost smiled, playfully rubbing the tip of his nose on mine. “You did good, princess.” Wanting to shield my shyness from him, I hummed a response, my eyes moving rapidly across the room, avoiding his unnerving gaze.