Miramounts Ghost の小説・ストーリー

Zach asked her and she gave a pause before she shook her head. Maisie's heart went flying in her chest when she saw Zach and when he called her name she thought he remembers her. But his next question dashed her hope, he didn't remember her. He must have remembered something but it wasn't the full story. If she told him: * yes I do know you we met while you were a ghost and I fell in love with you only for you to not love me in return. *

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

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.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

"That's what she meant. The glass." --- The next morning, Ghost burst into the room wearing a neon-green hoodie and holding a croissant like it was a trophy. "I decrypted the board ledger," he said around a mouthful. "You were right. They're siphoning funds into a ghost company called MirrorGate Holdings. Guess where it's headquartered?" "Let me guess," Bella said. "The condemned sub-basement." "Bingo." Elodie leaned over the map. "It's not just a storage level. It's a full research wing. LV tech, but unregistered. And someone's still using it."

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

“Should I socialize with ghosts instead?” Behind me Mira suddenly whispered under her breath. “Oh this is insane.” Stormy sounded proud as hell. “Yes it is.”

“Let me re-introduce myself properly. I’m Kira Summers. The little sister you and your parents pushed off that building like yesterday’s trash. Remember? You watched me fall. You smiled. Thought it was over.” I squeezed just enough to make her gag. “Newsflash, bitch… I came back. My ghost crawled right into this body and now I’m here to haunt your sorry ass until you wish you’d never been born.” Miranda clawed at my wrist, nails scraping uselessly. “L-lying!” she choked out. “You’re nobody! You’re just some delusional worthless piece of shit! You can’t scare me!” “Oh?” I grinned wider, showing every tooth. “I can’t scare you?” With my free hand I slapped her…hard…across the cheek.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******