Living With Ghosts Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Loren took one of the novels that Ria took from the bookshelf earlier and flipped through its contents. She also seemed to read the synopsis and nodded her head felt content. “Not really just curious…” Ria answered briefly while glancing occasionally at Loren. “Err… Do you believe in ghosts?” she asked Loren after debating in her head whether to ask her friend or not. "Of course. In this world there are many mysteries that cannot be solved by science and such logical explanations. Including ghosts, spirits and other unidentified beings… They must be exist… somewhere…” Loren nodded while looking at the books that Ria had brought.

I am very sure you will love them. I am grateful to my readers for giving this book a try. I must say, the real reason I got motivated to write this book is truly hilarious. When I was a child, I often watched ghost movies and believed they existed. After coming of age, I realised those are just films, not the real world. But after watching a documentary, my heart and mind wavered to believing once more that ghosts do believe. I do not mean to offend or scare any of you. If my thoughts did offend you all, I apologise.

The dead. The real horror lays in the living. This place.. it was crawling with demons! These weren’t any ordinary ghosts or leeches. These were full blown gigantic demons. There were some small ones too but my attention was solely on the huge terrifying ones that were chasing crowds of people. Humans can’t outrun these huge monsters.

Still unconscious. The words no longer felt real. They were sentences from someone else's life, repeated until they lost meaning. Clara pulled her journal into her lap and opened to a blank page, the familiar scent of leather and paper grounding her. She uncapped her pen and began to write, the ink gliding like tears: “The world continues, but I do not. I breathe because he once told me to. I move because he would have wanted me to. But I have not lived since the second his eyes closed. I am a ghost waiting for the living to return.”

Houston stated then he started to collect all of the Spirit Orbs flying around them silently. •••• END OF CHAPTER 57. ••••

“Ray, what exactly is this Ghost Sect?” Gerald asked curiously. Then, Ray started explaining in detail. After listening to the explanation, Gerald and the rest understood it now. Apparently, Ghost Sect was a place where the ghosts lived, and the black shadow should be a member of Ghost Sect. “Then, how can I go there?” After a pause, Gerald asked boldly. Ray opened his eyes wide and stared at him in surprise upon hearing him. He didn’t expect that Gerald would have this idea.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

I had been tricked. As my vision started to blur, I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't hold me. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. The world around me seemed to be spinning, and I felt like I was drowning. And after this, I soon realized that I was in the land of Ghosts. That son of a bitch demon. They are not to be trusted ever. I cursed myself for being so foolish, for trusting a demon. I had heard stories of the land of Ghosts - a place where the dead lingered, and the living were trapped forever. I had never believed in such stories, but now I found myself living in one.

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.

She looked at my bruised face, then past me at the cramped living room. ​"So," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "This is where the Ghost lives." ​"It isn't much," I said, closing the door and locking it. The sound of the bolt clicking felt different tonight. It felt like we were shutting the rest of the world out. ​"It’s real," Chloe said. She walked over to the kitchen table, running her fingers along the edge of my worn-out textbooks. "No mahogany desks. No hidden cameras. No Senators watching your every move."