Girly Ghostface Novels & Stories

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.

Remington reply, shoving his dick deeper into my mouth I shiver, the cuff rattling above me "You spoil him by calling him a good boy" Ghostface retort harshly, grabbing my hair harder. "He's nothing but a filthy cumhole " He adds then stands in front of me. He grabs my hair back, causing Remington dick to pull out "Push your cock inside his mouth. I want him full like the dirty slut he is" he grits, pressing my cheeks together with his other hand. "You're just a little bitch who can only fuck by hiding his face" I retort back. Wanting his punishment and possibly force him into revealing his face

My stomach gives a sickening lurch. Survival games? Hearing it being called that makes it sound worse than before. “I’m as scared as you look,” a female voice says, as the owner appears beside me. Unlike with my grumpy spirit guide, I’m not startled. In fact, I’m comforted by the knowledge that someone here shares my fear. I turn to see a tall, beautiful lady smiling at me. She stretches out a hand. “Hi, I’m soul 91. Or you can call me Liz,” she says. And then with a chuckle, she adds, “Please call me Liz.”

She searched around for any possible object to hurl at the figure if possible. The figure raised its head to reveal the fresh blood running down from its pitch black eyes.. Now she got a clearer vision of what the supposed ghost looked like.. It looked nothing like Anita except for the black hair which was curly and and out of place, there was a patch of blood on the left side of its chest.. The eyes were pitch black as it gazed upon her with murderous intent.. "I told you that I was going to kill you tonight Rihanna!!..I will take you back with me" The eery and cracked up voice relayed, taking out that same knife from that night which had blood dripping from it..

A soft gasp escaped her when I pulled out, leaving her red, puffy hole gaping and silently begging to be filled again. We laid down together, with her head laying on my chest, as she idly tracing against my skin. “I love your mask, by the way,” Karyna whispered as she trailed her fingers over the object. “I’ve always had fantasies about fucking someone with a mask on,” “Oh, is that so?” I rumbled, getting aroused again. “Yea,” she sighed. “Especially this ghost mask. I’ve seen a lot of guys wear it on TikTok, and I find it very hot. It’s really sexy,”

We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful. "East City…" Frank mused to himself. "Could it be the one you call Ghost, whom you've mentioned before?" "It's none other than him. I understand that your strength is weakened outside Shagan, but—" "Nobody moves!" Before Frank and Jouri could finish, a group of thugs wearing blood-red ghost masks and with their hair dyed in a variety of colors, kicked open the cafe door. "Everyone, on your knees! Hand over all your money!" "No! It's The Ghosters!"

" It's Rosaleen for you and everyone else who calls you Rosaleen. It's Rosa for short. I love to call you Rosa, and it suits you better." Those bubbles in her throat returned and the knots in her stomach churned. She utterly went speechless. Ronnie grinned and his lips curled up in amusement. He fought with every fibre in his body to not let that embarrassing laughter escape from his lips. Rosaleen glared at him. Her lips pursed in repulsion. " Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head."

I met her gaze behind his back and stuck my tongue out at her. "Five, Gizzy. Seriously." Her constant reference to my immaturity never stopped. All she had to say was the number, and I knew exactly what she meant-so did anyone else who'd ever spent more than ten minutes in our presence. "Huh?" Collier seemed confused by her comment. "What's gizzy?" The way his brow quirked and his minty-green eyes warmed almost caught my attention. "Not what, who. Giselle. Gizzy. She got the nickname-"