Misguided Ghosts Paramore Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

I'm still your Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

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."

Some street lights’ illumination was blocked by the excessive leaves due to the trees’ span. He pressed the car key button and his corolla automatically unlocked. He opened the back seat door to settle his bag and his folders inside. Suddenly an instant shrieking sound echoed throughout the emptiness. He startled and surveyed the area, looking for the source of the sound. It was like a sudden girl’s voice, he recalled. “Is anyone there?” He shouted. He thought rationally that maybe it was a cat or the wind rustled against the trees. There was nobody but him. He touched his nape as he felt goosebumps crept his body. He could not understand why but he blamed the cold breeze that carressed his

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.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

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

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.

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