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But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

Xen asked. Carlos shook his head. "No but the moment the ghost enters into this, there's a chemical I put around it that completely sucks the life out of the ghost making it disappear just like vapor." Xen nodded. "I like it. So what is it called?" He asked. "I call it the exterminator," Carlos said as Xen smiled. "Good work." "Xen, I think you'd better come to check this out," Jason called as Xen and the other members joined in.

“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.” Ghost lets out a bitter laugh. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want anything from you anymore.” He doesn’t look at me, just stares down at his lap. “I thought... I thought maybe you cared. But you don’t. Not really. So forget it, Prince. Just let it go.” “I do care,” I say, stepping closer to him. “I do, Ghost. I just... I don’t know how to fix this. I apologized for Marcello. I told you I’m sorry. What else can I do?”

The system announced, "The game rules are now active, and players may not withdraw. All 100 players have been deployed. "Welcome to the 'Ghost Cruise'. Remember: you are all stowaways, so good luck staying alive." A flash of white light burst out, and we were all transported onto a cruise ship floating on the open sea. The system gave each of us a card that we could use to make purchases anywhere on the ship. However, it only had 50 dollars loaded on it. My interface displayed three stats: hunger, thirst, and energy, and all three were currently in order. Once any of them hit zero, the player would be eliminated immediately.

She was still breathing. “Thank goodness, she's still alive,” the ghost grimaced and let out a deep sigh. “Bro, what are you doing? Who cares if she's dead?” Tiger fumed at the ghost. He was yet to understand the sudden affection from the ghost. “Stay out of this, mate. You're losing your mind,” the ghost yelled at Tiger and pushed him on the chest. After scanning the room, Ghost found a bucket filled with water. Without hesitation, he took the bucket and emptied it on Ciara's body.

Ghost grunted, “tell me you don’t want me on my knees for you.” “I do,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “I want you, Ghost. Please touch me. Get on your knees for me.” As though my consent had set off something in his head, Ghost retrieved his fingers, his darkened orbs locked on mine as he slid the coated fingers into my parted lips. I breathed shakily, my lips enclosing around his fingers, my tongue twirling around the tips, dragging a moan out of Ghost’s throat. I released his fingers with pop and he immediately leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a ghostly manner, shoulders tense and face tight with discomfort.

The lies tasted like ash, but the truth would taste worse. Eventually, the crowd thinned, men drifting out to smoke or crash in their rooms. Grim stayed at the table, watching, silent and steady. Emily disappeared upstairs with Sierra and Kayla, her eyes still lingering on Rhett’s back until she was gone. And that was when Ghost moved. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stepped out from the shadows near the hall, pale eyes fixed on Rhett like he’d been waiting all night. “Come with me,” Ghost said simply.

" 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.

I let my wolf know because the Gray wolf looked like he was tired and barely holding on With a few more hits and growling, Ghost had the gray wolf under his paw, not wasting time he bit down hard and deep on the wolf's neck before ripping his throat off. Pulling off him, Ghost gave me control standing there. We watched as the gray wolf took his last breath.

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Ghost. No last name. Adopted by Christopher Blackwell as a child. No blood relatives listed. No history of lasting relationships.” Vladimir put special emphasis on that word before trailing off. “Greymount, you said you sensed something earlier?” “I have commitment issues.” Snatching the olive from my drink, Ghost placed it between his teeth. “My favorite food is pancakes and I last took a shit this morning. I’ve also been having this reoccurring dream lately—”