Michael Myers X Ghostface Novels & Stories

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

（William’view） After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary. Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever. I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market. I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.

Wanting his punishment and possibly force him into revealing his face Remington lifts one foot on the bed for support then he push his cock deeply inside my mouth. The bed dips and my breathing catch. "That's it president. Choke on your bully's cock like the filthy dick slut that you are" Ghostface retort harshly. Then he spit inside my mouth "For being a mouthy bitch" then he lets go of my cheeks. My dick throb. The act and his words ignites my body, I feel my cock lose control and I shake my hip onto the bed, to give myself relief

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

” Michael asked looking concerned ” I can’t go alone,,,” She said . ” Maybe I should go with you?? ” ” Can you do that?? ” Lisa asked ” Let’s go,,,” ” You’re afraid of ghosts?? ” Michael suddenly asked and she flinched ” Stop talking about ghost,,it’s late ” Lisa said looking scared ” Are you kidding me ?? I was about telling you that there are many ghosts here ” Michael said ” No!!!” She shouted and Michael immediately covered her mouth with his palm ” I was just joking,,, ” He said She nodded still breathing hard

Just that—no face, no real clues, just movement and shadows. “Let me zoom in,” Michael mutters, leaning closer. I fold my arms, unimpressed. He looks up, eyes locked on mine. “This figure… it looks exactly like Camille.” I blink once. Then I laugh—short and humorless. “It’s someone in a jacket, Michael. Could be anyone. That’s not Camille.” “But the height—” “You’re grasping,” I cut in. “She’s not a ghost. She’s not alive. Stop turning grief into conspiracy.”

“You should probably come back some other time.” “Mikey, who is it?” I hear Evan yell from inside the home. Michael sighs heavily. “It’s Harper,” he calls back. Evan shouts back, “Well, let her in.” Michael hesitantly steps aside to allow me inside and I find Evan propped up on the couch. His face is severely swollen, but his nose is no longer crooked. There’s some dried blood around it, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain.

“Split… blood?” “A hybrid,” he clarified. I scoffed, shaking my head. “There are no hybrids here. Everyone in this pack is a full-blooded wolf.” “Maybe not everyone.” “Michael,” I hissed, “you’re chasing ghosts.” “Ghosts might be my only option!” he said simply. He didn’t wait for me to reply before slipping back into the shadows again, disappearing just as suddenly as he’d come. I was left staring into darkness. My heart thudded, slow and unsure. A hybrid? That wasn’t possible… was it?

Happy reading..... My Mic! My hand stopped in the air, my body froze and my lips parted slightly. I was confused for a while, after giving it a some thought. I came to my senses realising he was a fighter. My heart did somersaults when his dark brown orbs met mine. I could see him breathing fastly as his chest was heaving up and down accordingly. So Michael was Raze and he didn't even tell me anything about it. I can't even explain in words how was I feeling right now. I was screaming, dancing crazily inside knowing that my Mic wasn't a normal person but an eminent fighter.

he trailed off as he fell to the ground on his knees. Okay. Things were definitely not going the way I expected but this was the best outcome rather than dying a violent death in his hands. Michael marched towards him. “Go down you son of a bitch.” Michael snarled giving him a sharp kick across the face. That sent him to the ground with a crack, where he remained still without moving an inch. Looking up into Micheal's face, it seemed as if everything around us had disappeared except for the both of us. In that moment, I realized I had never been so happy to see someone in my life.