Girly Ghostface Novels & Stories

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

I almost fell to the ground, seeing that he had scaled covering his eyes. Khalid stood behind me to ensure that I didn't fall. “Something triggered her abilities.” Thalos said as we approached the building. “Nothing is clear to me yet, but I'll wait for the guidance of the spirits and ancient ones.” On entering the huge house, a lady that would be defined as absolute beauty ran towards us. Her white skin looked so milky, and I could tell that it glows in the sunlight. She had very long hair, and her eyes were blue. She had perfect curves in the right places. She was wearing a red nightgown.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Grayson shut his eyes tight, his lips trembling as he muttered incoherently, "No, no, this isn't Belle. This can't be her! She's selfish, cruel, and vindictive. Someone like that doesn't just die—she wouldn't—she couldn't." Liam leaned in, his voice low and seething with rage. "Afraid, are you? Open your eyes, you bastard. Look at her! Look at how she died protecting your child! While she was fighting for her last breath, you were busy playing house with that bitch in the hospital." Grayson's resistance crumbled under Liam's force. His eyes opened, and when they met the sight of my pale, lifeless form, he broke down. He wept—deep, guttural sobs that shook his entire body.

Things had to be really bad if Ghost was willing to meet more people face to face. "Marco's friend. Hi." Fiona blinked at Ghost, probably trying to figure out where she'd seen him before. She hadn't, but that was the point of Ghost's appearance. He could be anyone. Literally anyone with a face like that. "Can we all talk?" Ghost hefted a laptop bag higher up on his shoulder. "Inside?" "Of-I mean, Marco?" Fiona glanced from Ghost to him. Probably because he was about to crack a tooth grinding them so hard.

they called. The owner of the marvelous mansion and the host of the party was here. His ambiance was emerging separately among other men, wearing a white shirt shrunk to his muscular body and a tattoo on his tight chest, slightly visible from the unbuttoned part. The tattoo made him a member of the feared gang, Gongbay.

Brianna dresses up in a gown and her nine inches shoes and she picks up a nose mask and a glasses and a hat and she walks into her BMW and drives out of her compound and she drives to Evelyn Parents house. When she parks her car she puts on her face mask, glasses and hat and she got out of the car and she walks into the compound of Evelyn parents house because they have no gate. She knocks on their door and Evelyn’s mom comes to open the door and she removes her glasses and Evelyn mom lets her in and closes the door.

J The miniature ghost stood defiant, hands on hips, with a fire in the deep brown eyes peering through the sheet holes that would have given most larger beings pause. But where the frayed sheet ended, a pair of long, gangly legs wearing pink “Hello Kitty” socks and blue thrift-shop sneakers comically softened the spirit’s fierce glare. “I wore this at Halloween when I was, like, ten,” sulked the irate specter. An elderly black woman with close-cropped curly white hair sighed in response as she looked down at her adopted granddaughter. “Jeannine LaRue, you’re the one who begged me to have a costume party for your birthday in the middle of summer, Lord have mercy.”

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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.