Misguided Ghosts Mga Nobela at Kwento

‘It can’t be?’. He thought while looking difficulty up in frond, and what greet him is to bulging red light like eyes staring at him, his claw like fingers was raised clutching air, while his other hands holding the scythe, so he freaked out, his eyes looked sideway at his ex-geezer self than he embrace the fact that he is dead and now he is in his soul form, but the being in frond of him still standing maybe amused by his reaction.

In the past thousands of years, numerous cultivators, who intended to pass through the East Continent and South Continent, died in this shortcut. In this place, the miasma sprang up to the sky. There were poisonous bugs ten times more than those on the outside. Besides, some inexplicable existences lived here. For example, the ghosts there could be transformed into loved ones or friends. Also, there were evil spirits with unpredictable tracks, the Walking Corpses with strong evil Qi, mirages that looked like majestic palaces but then immediately became skeleton piles after a closer look, and there were many more such things.

I shook my head bitterly in the quiet room as the distant sounds of passing cars and planes drifted through central London. I wiped my face roughly with the back of my hand, my jaw tightening. I was done letting Julian Cross confuse me with stolen kisses and fleeting moments of softness. I was done looking like a fool every time he was around me. I came here for one thing and one thing only. TO DESTROY THE GHOST OF WALL STREET. A sharp knock echoed through the room.

[CAYDEN] My head is fucking spinning. And not the good kind. Is there even a good kind of spin? I woke up crying. I dreamt about my mom, although I couldn't even remember what it was about. Is it possible to miss someone you've never even met?

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Gianna's voice trembled. "By the time I got there, it was too late. The doctor declared her dead. Blood had trickled from her mouth, and her organs were corroded by the poison. But her expression was so peaceful, as if… as if she were finally free." Ausilia sank into a chair. Her face was as pale as paper. The folder slipped from Mattia's hands, and the papers scattered across the floor. Enrico froze in place, paralyzed.

I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers. I couldn't afford to fall down the steps. If I did, I would have to climb all the way back up again. Finnegan didn't even bat an eye. He just glared at me coldly, giving me a look, as if chiding me for trying to act pitiful with him to gain his sympathy. Tears streamed down my face. I admitted defeat and started climbing back up again. "I was wrong… I was wrong…" The sound of the gong was loud and crisp at the top of the mountain. The chapel yard was quiet, and the multiple statues there finally peeked out at me without revealing themselves completely.

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.