Girly Ghostface Novels & Stories

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The banquet hall glittered with gold and crystal as Helena Shaw stood arm in arm with her fiance, smiling as they greeted their guests. The warmth and celebration vanished as a girl appeared, and the hall fell dead silent. Nellie Scott gripped her invitation. Her faded denim jacket, which was washed thin and pale, looked painfully out of place in a room glittering with silk and diamonds. "Who's that? Showing up dressed like that to Ms. Shaw's engagement party?" "Where's security? What are they even doing, letting a beggar like this in?"

He stood at the end of the block, his figure shadowed by the dim streetlights, but the mask caught my eye immediately. It wasn't just any mask—it was hauntingly beautiful. A skull, bleached greyish white against black fabric. It covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. But those eyes... they were dark, watching everything with a predator's intensity, cutting through the night like he was born in it. It was sexy in a terrifying kind of way—like he knew exactly how much fear could excite someone. Ghost's body was built, all muscle, and the confidence in his walk made something inside me coil tight.

Apart from the fact that I taught her how to feel pleasure, I took her off Julian and Hoff's hands! How could Ghost keep bending over? It was pathetic, and that's why he's so weak without me! I finally heard what I needed to, that soon I would be free, without this necklace to help Ghost control me, I would be able to fight! Surely Ayla would be mine again! "You're funny." I heard Ghost's voice, and then I saw him standing in front of me, his body shaped in the form of a wolf, his white hair with transparent strands at the ends, giving him a spectral look. "Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?"

Smiling, I nod my head again, accepting the damn challenge. "No nickname, got it." I smile taking in her features as my eyes trail down her body. She's on the tall side, with a rocking' rack. Her hair is dark, skin pale, but her eyes are bright green. It's an interesting combination and I feel myself wondering more about her. "I'm Ghost." "Ghost? Like. Casper the friendly?" "The very one." Watching as she shrugs. Robin turns around looking at he bar, noticing every patron is being helped then turns back towards me, leaning on the bar top giving me a peek inside her blue polo shirt. "So, why are you in a need of alcohol?"

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

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.

I guess she figured that if I'm not going to be on her team, I'm a threat. She played around with stupid names like “Trashling” and “Ashtray” before she settled on “Ghost”. I guess it's because of how I look. Ashen. Airy. My hair is long and straight and whitish-blonde; my skin is way too pale, and my eyes are the same light green as both my parents. Besides my appearance, I was so quiet and detached in those first few weeks at Huntson High that I probably did resemble some sort of lonely specter.