My Ghost Friend Fanart Novels & Stories

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

His eyes travel from my bare to my chain-marked arms, to the look on my face. “I was going to say something but you were looking pretty focused. Didn’t want to interrupt…….whatever this is.” Ghost’s anger builds again and my claws extended. “What are you doing here” I growled moving towards him slowly. His grin widens, not at all moved by the sight in front of him. “Easy now, Kael. I’m just visiting a friend.” Ghost doesn’t believe him. Neither do I. I can smell Aria’s scent on him……he touched her. Ghost’s voice in my head sharpens to a blade.

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

I know she is not from here because it is my first time to see her. “W-Who are y-you?” I ask. She smiles at me as she answers, “So now you can see me.” while she sits erect on Talinda's bed. “A-Are y-you… a g-g-ghost? L-Like C-C-Casper?” She laughs happily at me, “Casper is not real. It’s a mythical character from a movie, silly.” “S-So wha-what a-are y-you?” “I’m your friend.” She smiles.

"Shane found me in a bar. Said I looked dead. That was until some fucker was messing with me. He wanted to show off in front of his new little girlfriend, I hadn't gotten too far in fuckin' him up when Shane pulled me back. Told me about the Warriors. Thought it sounded like something that could save my life from either getting killed or being arrested. Austin made the same comment about how I looked dead because of my eyes, Ghost was created." "I'm glad you got patched in Ghost." I know more haunts Ghost than he lets on. I've seen the names of the men he has killed tattooed on him. I've also overheard my father mention some kind of mafia when it comes to him. I don't know the details, but I

It was what had brought her here, and the more she stared at this version of her best friend wearing the mask of some kind of sex warrior, the louder it got. “I don’t think you’re a ghost,” she managed to say. “Though between you and me, I haven’t seen a lot of ghosts. I wouldn’t know how to tell.” There was no trace of that smile of his. So friendly, so engaging. No hint of that bright laugh that put everyone at ease. So she made it worse.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

A nightmare to the rest. Maybe it was time the rest of them knew, too. “You should be,” I said, stepping through the crowd until I stood right in front of him. He smirked. “Give me one reason to be scared of you.” “Ever heard of The Ghost?” His expression flickered. “Yeah. She’s a myth. What about her?” “You have her standing in front of you.” Confusion scrunched up his forehead. “Huh? Where’s your tattoo then?” God. Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face.

The Villain-me grins with teeth stained black from consuming shadow magic. The Martyr-me bleeds gold from self-inflicted wounds that never heal. The Coward-me trembles, eyes darting for escape routes that don't exist. The Tyrant-me stands with spine straight as a blade, power radiating from her like heat from a forge. The God-me floats inches above the ground, stars spinning in her hollow eye sockets. And the Ghost-me... she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up.

She exclaimed, walking towards my direction. Sofia and Melinda have been wonderful friends to me since I knew them, I call them my 'gist partners'. While I was away, they did everything possible to find me, but couldn't. I was glad to see them again when I returned. Seeing them gives me joy each passing day. "Hey babe, hope you're good tonight?" Sofia asked, caressing my hair. I grinned, and gave her a hug. A few minutes later, Melinda came in, smiling.