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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.

I have to find a way to make this work. Let Ghost sulk if he wants—I’ll do what needs to be done. Ages seem to pass before the sound of the door unlocking breaks the silence. Ghost flinches, his body tensing as he prepares to charge. I grab him, holding him back before he can act. “You really think you can buy your fucking freedom?” he seethes, his voice dripping with venom. “I’d at least like to try first, thanks,” I snap back, just as the door swings fully open.

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.

She spat out her food to the side and coughed in shock. She patted her chest, to calm her down. Her throat and nose burning, it looked like there some rice that slip into her nose. It felt realy sore. She looked at the ghost while continuing to cough. Her throat felt itchy and sore at the same time. The ghost man looked very worried. Did he just speak, thought Ria. “I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you. Have a drink first.." She heard the voice of the ghostly figure.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

he murmured. “I still do.” “Then why do you touch it when you’re mad?” Ghost’s throat worked. “Maybe it reminds me what I lost.” The air between them trembled. For a heartbeat, Ghost thought he might actually close the space might actually reach for him but instead he stood, walking away before he did something he couldn’t take back.