Katie Ghost Ship 소설 & 이야기

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

He clutched Katie's neck tighter. Once she passed out, he pushed her off the ship! The sound of Katie falling into the water couldn't be heard over the loud waves and wind. Noah realized what he had just done. He immediately became frightened. He took a few steps back and fled the scene. After he left, several men in black jumped into the sea to rescue Katie. … That night, Noah had a nightmare. He seemed trapped on the deck and couldn't escape no matter how he tried. Seawater rose to his ankles. Suddenly, a pale white hand grabbed his leg. He looked down to see Katie's hideous face!

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it. The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere! Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure. "Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

"Your future Luna needs you." Silas glanced at me, a complex look in his eyes. "Get some rest," he said, then left. The room was empty, except for me and the storm. I pulled the blankets around myself, letting the memories wash over me. Ten years ago, the explosion of silver bombs ripped the night apart. A blinding white light swallowed everything. My pack fell, screaming. That night, the Silver Moon pack was wiped out. I lay in the rubble, my eyes nearly blind, listening to the dying howls of my family.

A ghost ship? There was not a single soul on board. If there were no people… were ghosts steering the ship? Ray was one hundred percent certain there was no human presence on the vessel. So if it wasn't a ghost ship, what else could it be? Interesting. His figure flickered—and he left the hovercraft, rapidly closing in on the cruise ship. The vessel had previously been frozen solid in ice, completely immobilized. But after Ray's earlier attack, the ice sealing it had been shattered, giving the ship a chance to move.

It was a map of the "Moretti Eradication." September 14th: Sicilian cell neutralized. Dante Moretti tracked to the Nadir. Sabotage confirmed. The 'Asset' (Ivy) to be recovered in the confusion. Ensure no witnesses to the second explosion. But it was the entry from yesterday that stopped her heart. October 2nd: Signal detected in the Marseilles harbor. A 72-foot cutter, the 'Aethelgard,' is moving toward Swiss waters. If the Ghost is still haunting the coast, he is to be met with lethal force. The heiress is not to know.

I couldn't do a thing. Soon, the livestream was cut off due to graphic content. I could still hear my sister's screams echoing in my ears. Adeline smiled—a victorious, satisfied smile. She finally called it off. Her men dragged my sister from the inferno. Adeline grabbed her by the chin, gripping her burnt, reddened face. "Let's see if your heartless brother shows up now. "But my patience is wearing thin. He'd better surface before Nicky and I tie the knot—or the three of you can reunite in the ground."