Novel & Cerita I'll Settle For The Ghost Of You

"If you feel it, you feel it. After everything you've been through, don't you think you deserve to just... let yourself be happy?" Emily felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "But what if—" "What if nothing," Sophia cut her off, her tone brooking no argument. "Lucas isn't Ryan. You know that. Stop letting that asshole's ghost haunt what could be the best thing that's ever happened to you." Emily gave a small, trembling smile. "It's easier said than done," she murmured, her voice catching. She took another sip of her drink, letting the burn of alcohol steady her nerves.

“Why did you make Steve say it? Where is he now?” “Dead and six feet below where he is supposed to be,” Ghost said. “He betrayed your love for him for two million dollars, love. You can’t trust humans, my love. They are not for us.” “You would never tell me what to do again!” Rhea cried. “I promise you.” “I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” Ghost said. “I wanted to show you how evil humans are. And that promise I made to you about releasing your mother on your sixteenth birthday, forget it.”

The sound reverberates through the Throat of Echoes like thunder, like prophecy, like the final word of a god: “The war has already been won.” Every version of me—Tyrant, Martyr, Warrior, Sage, even the flickering Ghost—falls to their knees. The compulsion is absolute, inevitable, written into the very structure of reality. We are moths before a sun that wears our own face. Only Ghost-me remains standing, and she's smiling. "Finally," she whispers, her form growing more solid even as the others fade. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

Ghost: “Perfect. Here’s how it’s going down: you won’t touch me, you won’t look me in the eyes, and you’ll follow my commands without a hint of defiance, even if it’s something you’d never willingly do. I’ll pick the locations, and you’ll adapt. Want to set a safe word, or do you prefer to surrender completely?” Me: “I'd like a safe word.” Ghost: “Then choose one.” Me: “Let’s go with ‘Mercy.’ It’ll be a good reminder for both of us that there’s a limit, even if I don’t want to use it.” Ghost: “If you will be calling for mercy, it better be a serious situation.” Me: “Don’t worry. If you’re going to break me, do it right.” Ghost: “Good. Perhaps this will help you remember what you’re really li

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

A word echoed in my mind. “Okay.” I let out a long sigh of relief. I felt like a hero who had successfully negotiated a truce. I was probably the first person in history to get a ghost to pay up. From that day on, Nathaniel genuinely started cutting back on using utilities. The TV stopped turning on by itself in the middle of the night. Our dinners were downgraded from a full-course meal to just a couple of simple dishes. Even though the meals were simpler, they still tasted as delicious as ever.

Ghost says quietly. I don’t fall, I took my punishment, proved I still deserve to be prez. And tomorrow, I’m collecting my girl.