Misguided Ghosts Paramore Novels & Stories

I stood quietly with Chloe's urn in my arms. I just wanted to stay close to her. Then my phone rang. I didn't even have to look. Years ago, I'd given Richard his own ringtone. I answered. For once, he sounded hesitant. Almost guilty. "Selena, Grace's son was in a car accident. He's lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion immediately. His blood type is rare. Grace isn't a match, and the hospital's running low. Blood from another hospital might not get here in time."

All because of a memory, a ghost that refused to let me go. I gripped the steering wheel, a wave of self-loathing washing over me. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” I screamed, my voice raw and broken. “Why won’t you get out of my head? I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, Melissa. I’m sorry for everything. I should have been there. I should have saved you. I’m sorry...” The words were a desperate plea, a confession to a ghost that wasn’t there. And with that, the dam broke.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

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.

She stood looking around the valley maybe there is an escape route but there is no escape route and she stood in confusion. “ How could she have escaped the valley, no one can come out of this valley and if at all she escaped , she would have scars from the burns on her body but she is looking good with even a perfect make up on her face and she is even all smiles” she uses her palm to swipe down her face. “I want to believe there is an impostor right now because if not she wouldn’t be at the church” she says to herself. “ Or maybe I am not the only one who wants her dead, of course I know I am not the only one even her mom wants her dead but maybe there is someone somewhere because if there

The heroes are left to discuss their hangout and how to defeat Devoe. Mrs. Angelina was driving home. It was dark already but the moon was gleaming from above. She was listening to Angel by Westlife. She increased the volume of the stereo while she sang along. "Spend all your time Waiting for that Second chance For a break that Would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at At the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps From my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"