Novelas y relatos de Johnny Ghost

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

They had vanished into a hallway of shadows, and for once, May didn’t follow. She knew this wasn’t her moment to fix. It was his. John sank to the floor with Saint still in his arms. The boy’s sobs had grown softer, less jagged, but his fists clutched John’s blazer like it was the only anchor in a world that kept lying to him. John didn’t know how to speak to a seven-year-old about ghosts. About guilt. About how long it had taken him to believe what had been screaming at him from every corner of the house. From Lena’s journals. From May’s silence.

“Goldie, because you look like Goldie fucking Hawn when she was young. We use aliases so the targets don’t get a bead on you. Now move your sweet ass, princess.” “I’m not going anywhere with a two-faced beast waving a gun around like he’s used it his whole life and don’t call me princess.” Her wobbly voice indicated shock, a natural reaction given the circumstances. “You want to stay back here, in the alley, be my guest. Let’s hope we took out all the bad guys.” Johnny eased his head around the side of the building. He stepped back and Lizzy—careful not to touch him—stumbled out of the way. “You just blew that man’s head off. Inside that place. I think I’m going to be sick.”

Jenny, stared at him and said, “Any scientific mind rejects the idea of supernatural. I suggest you do too” “Then why is there a night curfew imposed?” Brojen asked. “Raise your hand before speaking in my class, Brojen. The curfew is imposed for your own good.” “If there are no ghost’s then why is the curfew…” Ms. Jenny interjected impatiently, “Ghosts are nothing more than a figment of imagination. Its history that makes us see ghosts. You see when humans were still jungle dwellers, their instincts were heightened to survive against monstrous predators. An odd smell, a sudden movement, a flickering light, everything frightened him. And he fled to safety. We still have this trait even after

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

Melanie and John were biological sibling, after death of their parents John raised Melanie, they used to wander from town to town until they both settled here couple of years back, John was priest who used to perform black magic, he even had insist relation with Melanie, she never minded whenever John used to use her body until one day when she meet a kind and warm hearted Humbart, Melanie had love at first sight with Humbart, seeing which even John nudge her to pursue Humbart because he was alone child and belonged from one of rich family in town, John planned on getting Melanie marry in to humbart family and then take over their possession by killing him and his old father however his plan

The voice cheerfully answered his unmentioned inquiry. Johan's expression turned dreadful. What? In my arms? He finally registered the actual identity of the ball. Due to the moonlight, he could finally see the tousled dirty blond locks, smeared with sticky and ominous red color. As if being hypnotized to do the following action, Johan had slowly rotated the flurry ball. And his eyes come in contact with hollow sockets, which are swarming with squirming maggots, and a wide sinister grin plastered on its face. "Hello, I'm Johnny! Nice to meet you!" The ghost greeted him.

He asked, inviting himself into the sitting room. I paused a bit before letting out a silent laughter. Was this the asshole Johnny wanted me to meet? "I live with ghosts. The ghosts of my enemies most especially.” I trotted over to sit right beside him. He frowned down disapprovingly at me. “Not funny." “So are you." I retorted, already feeling tired, this wasn't what I bargained for. “Are you really Johnny's daughter?" “What do you think?" I returned his question, wriggling my brows suggestively at him as I scooted away from him to give him a full view of my jiggling boobs.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."