Misguided Ghosts Paramore Novels & Stories

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

I pointed out and she seems shocked. "Really?" "Yeah, get out from there. It didn't work." I seriously don't know what we are doing wrong, I guess I still need to make more research because we are obviously missing something. "This is so stupid, I don't know why I believed you." She whined as she stepped out of under the bed. I mean I know how frustrated she is right now, she is obviously struggling with the fact that she's a ghost and now it doesn't look like she can actually possess anyone, so I feel her pain.

Outside the ward, Helena stood frozen at the entrance, unsure what to do. Rain soaked her hair and clothes. She looked up at the gray, overcast sky, letting her tears mingle with the rain. "Nathan… I was wrong… I was really wrong…" But her voice was drowned out by the rain. No one heard her, and no one answered. Some invisible force seemed to hold me back, and I had no choice but to follow Helena as she drove aimlessly to a random bar.

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer immediately, just pushed the paper toward me, his eyes distant, haunted. The headline screamed at me: **”GREY INDUSTRIES SCANDAL: CEO ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT."** My heart plummeted as I scanned the article. It had to be a mistake, a lie. “This can’t be true,” I said, my voice edged with anger. “We’ll fight this. We’ll prove them wrong.” But he just shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s too late, Sophia. They’ve already judged me.”

# Day 20 I have lost my mind completely and weird types of thing comes in my mind According to census the present human population is around 7 billion, I think that's a useless data, simply counting the number of person who appears like a human being is useless, because some of them are just demons pretending to be humans. You see, I am officially loosing it. What will happen to Alex if they put me away to a mental asylum. ........................................................ #Day 21 I am lost. I am sad. I am broken. I am scarred. I am ruined. I am fucking no one. Congratulations Agustin Deluca..I am everything you ever wanted me to be. ....................................................