Misguided Ghosts Paramore Novels & Stories

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

Audrey, If you've found this letter, it must mean I'm dead... right? I'm sorry I treated you like shit. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who will love you with all your heart and I'm sorry that I couldn't be the one. I'm sorry I broke our pact but please, please, please don't kill yourself. I have nothing left to live for. I feel like a weight on your shoulders, consistently pulling you down. I can't be that. You deserve so much more. I'm sorry I was so toxic towards you. Trust me, you'll be so much happier without me.

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

She snapped, irritated. "Hedley Hart, are you mute now?" "County Clerk's Office." Silence. Then that tiny gasp—like she just remembered her own promise. The deal: after ninety-nine rejections, she'd show up for the hundredth. Say yes. Instead, she'd gone to a concert with Pierre. "I... wait for me. I'll drive over." Click. End call. I canceled the ride. Not out of hope though. Snow started falling—hard and fast.

And it generated knots that started tightening themselves, at the pit of my stomach. One of the disadvantages of having my kind of powers, was that I shouldn't be angered. Or terrible things could happen. I clamped my eyes shut, because I wanted it to stop. Finally, I heard the sound of body slumping on the floor heavily. The earth around me rebounded and rang with many echoes when the body collided into it, because the owner of the body, was like a giant. And when I flicked my eyes open, A swollen, covered bloodied face Gabriella Rose was on the floor, and had lost conciousness.

He said, once again he started moving without giving it a command. Akihoto was still curious to know. "And who is she?" He asked. "I can't tell you that's yet." "How come I can see ghosts?" "We share the same body for now, you can't see them but I can, which is why I am using you as my disguise. You are temporally a Divine Helper." He said, they walked towards the town, and Kazu felt its changes, how scared the people were, this was never the Greenville he knew, the town was rather frighten.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat The fridge light washes this room white Moon dances over your good side This was all we used to need Tongue-tied like we've never known Telling those stories we already told 'Cause we don't say what we really mean We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We're not who we used to be We don't see what

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

She mumbled to herself looking upset, she rubbed her hands on her laps in confusion, a eyes got deem for a moment, she shut it for a moment lifting her eyes again above humming an unknown song to herself hoping it would melt away the burning sensation of fear she felt within, the fear of loosing and the fear of never having her dreams and aspirations come into a reality, her heart grew heavier when she remembered that she had promised the three ghosts that she would grant them their wishes once she is assigned with more than enough power to carry out her mission little did she know that Carmella would fail woefully at it, she shook her head feeling a stream of shame flowing within her, she k