My Ghost Friend Fanart Novels & Stories

“One question after another, please. Otherwise, Zephyr won’t be able to answer.” “I’m grateful to the lady beside me the most. She’s my junior. We usually meet up to talk about art. She’s a real professional.” Zephyr then held Nancy’s hand. “The woman in the portrait isn’t my girlfriend. For certain reasons I can’t name, I drew her.” He put on an expression that said he felt lost, and it made the reporters even more curious. I could not stand their fake answers anymore, so I gave Patrin a signal.

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

I ask in return. “The question is, what im i!” He says this words to my face word by word and suddenly laughs out of nowhere making me question his sanity. “What are you?” I ask him again. “My name is Richard Ghirardelli but my friends used to call me Ghost” he finally says his name. “Wait, you have friends” I ask him smiling but his face suddenly changes. “I used to have friends, Tim,Sonny,Drue, Abek, Green Man, Web and many others, lots of friends” he says to me as he counts them, I could tell he almost shed a tear.

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.

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

" 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.

He looked around, taking in the familiar sights and smells of the area, feeling at home among his packmates. One of his closest friends, Jaseh, approached him, a questioning look on his face. "What did you find out there?" Jaseh asked, his eyes scanning Ghost's face for any sign of danger. "I saw her again," Ghost said, his voice low and serious. "The girl in the forest." Jaseh raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What girl?" Ghost paused, unsure of how much he wanted to reveal to his friend. But he trusted Jaseh, and knew that he could keep a secret.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her