Lil Peep Ghost Novels & Stories

My chest is still heaving, my hand still slick from my cum, but all I could do was stare at the screen, her picture and feel the shame twist deeply in my gut. "Oh damn, that was fucking despicable." She's fucking dead. "Masturbating to the picture of a ghost? That's definitely a new low." I shut my laptop and I tossed it aside because I can't stand to look at her anymore, I am so ashamed. A photograph of a ghost, a girl I don't even know her fate or situation. I don't even know if she's buried or not... I mean, it was fun while it lasted but now, I feel like a horrible person.

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

I searched, entering one of the IP addresses registered in my computer's system. I will find you! You can hide from me Edward, and I know you're old and quickly killed. **

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

I close the tap and enter our room. “Well, if it isn’t my sweet lil Miss Andeson.” Gustav's big figure stands next to Ever-Lee’s cot, My soul must have left my body because I could only see black as my eyes falls on Ever-Lee cuddled in his arms. His face, etching with malicious intent, a twisted smirk curves his mouth.

Mia’s POV: Meanwhile, at the hotel, I lay in the bathtub, enjoying myself while scrolling through F******k. #LilithIsDead# #LilithRisesFromTheDead# #LilithDisfigured# #FuneralPrayersForLilith# Every trending topic had related videos. I saw the results I wanted. I transferred the final payment to the funeral home via an anonymous account. At the same time, I got a message from a production staff account. [Staff]: Mia, I know it’s you. You really have no fear. This time, we won’t let you get away!

Jack said, “you’re Ghost. You go under.” Her eyes met his. Steady. Ready. “Same cover as last time?” she asked. “New skin,” Jack said. “No links to ASIO. You start where the high-frequency chatter lives—pop-ups, private raves, basement clubs that require a ‘colour’ at the door. You’re not buying. You’re listening. Luke shadows you—silent, invisible, only visible if you decide he is.” Luke’s grin was lazy; the eyes weren’t. “Copy, Ghost. I’m your bad vibe.”

My thumb hovered over it for a second - every warning I'd ever been told about strange links flashing through my head - before curiosity, or stupidity, won out. The video was dark, grainy, shot from a distance like whoever filmed it hadn't wanted to be seen. A figure in the frame. A voice, distorted, and behind it, another voice I didn't recognize threatening something I couldn't make out over the static. I turned the volume down, glancing at Gabrielle to make sure she was still asleep, and pressed play again. It took me a moment to place the location - the skeleton of an unfinished building, exposed beams, no walls, the kind of construction site that gets abandoned halfway through and never

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.

Lola felt the pull of him, magnetic, and for a second, she closed her eyes and let herself just… feel. When she opened them, he was closer still. The space between them seemed impossibly small, charged with tension. He ran his fingers through her thighs in her long silk skirt and looked at her as though seeking confirmation. Lola, in too deep, nodded. “Yes, enough of the tension already” she whispered, almost to herself. He went down on his knees and pulled up the long skirt and down her tiny stringed panties.