Romans & histoires Mykelti Williamson Celebrity Ghost Stories

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.

Amelia’s hold also tightened around his back as if he would disappear, if she loosened the grip. The next day, Adrian went to meet a data broker there, a woman named Cecile known for handling dark information. Blackmail. Skeletons. Ghosts of reputations. Cecile lived in a penthouse above an art gallery, surrounded by minimalist chaos and the smell of old money. She smiled at them like a cat sizing up prey. “So, you want to find a ghost.” “We want to dig one up,” Adrian said. Cecile’s brows rose as she heard the name. “That name hasn’t come up in a long time.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

she was saying. Like kryptonite, the tears of Drew Peterson melted my sister’s iron resolve, and the next thing I heard was Cadence agreeing to go. I could hardly believe my ears. Whatever this thing was, it sounded dangerous, and it wasn’t even in town. They’d have to drive to Villisca. A festival of ghosts in a town made famous for an axe murder? I was pretty sure this was a bad idea.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

"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