My Ghost Friend Fanart Novels & Stories

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

I only want to find my way out of it. “I’ve been here for almost a week now. If you’re haven’t this so called part of myself that I haven’t accepted, how am I ever going to get out?” You could hear the frustration in my voice. Well, you would be frustrated too if you were turned into a ghost in the real world with just one ghost… should I call her friend or ally. She is actually neither of we’re being practical. “I’ll accept ally, thank you very much.” She grumbled from behind me.

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan

I can’t say I’m going to miss her all that much but I will mourn the loss of my friend before she became a monster. “Luna?” Ghost places a soft hand on my shoulder as I wipe the scalpel across my thigh and slide it back into the case. I could easily sit here and play the watching guardian over my friend until she’s ready to be sent into the next life but the Pack needs me to get answers, which means my grief needs to wait.

Veronica smiled and looked at Nick as if she was telling him ~ 'Don't you dare be rude to Felix. "I think, maybe Felix is good at communicating with ghosts too. That is why he doesn't use many devices like me. Maybe he can sense spirits much more efficiently than us? And he knows what to do and how to do it. Mister George won't invite him unless he's really good right?" Celia too noticed the complicated face Felix had so she tried to console him.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

He snorted as he tried to ignore the stare from different girls including workers in the café. Crystal was still busy with her work and well focused that she just didn't know he was in her midst and even if she saw him, she wasn't going to be able to recognize him. "Crystal?" cherry called out softly which sounded more like a whisper. "Yeah?" Crystal responded curiously. "Come over here" She spoke out like she had a secret to keep. Crystal was curious so she had to go closer to her friend immediately she dropped the tray on a table. "See the cute guy over there," Cherry directed Crystal's gaze towards Red who wasn't recognized by her.

As if this place was something holy that had been defiled. Something was missing, or someone was missing, someone that made him feel whole. William couldn't even pinpoint when he'd arrived here; indeed, his hadn't always been. There was more than this pure. White, there had to be because when he searched his mind, he remembered shades of blue skies—the brilliant greens of summer trees and the golden sunsets of fall. As the fog ahead of him parted, William could see a man's silhouette standing in a black cape. The closer he got, the more he felt like he recognized this person.