Reading Ghost Novelas e Histórias

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

I sent out the message, feeling my throat dry up instantly, I leaped from the bed, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and gulped it down with my eyes glued to my screen. The dots reappeared again. My eyes darted to the time, it's almost midnight and I should be asleep by now but ain't no way I'm going to bed without knowing what the hell is going on here. Ghost: You don't know what I'm talking about, or you are pretending not to know? Tell me what lies he told you about your best friend's death and then I might explain myself

Gary returned again that afternoon for lunch and also in the evening for dinner and each time he came, his boss looks worse than he did the last time and his heart ached, looks like his boss is going through breakdown again. Later in the night, Michael couldn't stand watching what was been shown to him in his room so he came to the living room and just as he was about to relax, he saw himself, dressed in red, rushing down the stairs. Sasha was sitting on the sofa dressed in a red gown also. Exchange of words happened between them and he could see the ghost him was angry and so was Sasha. The next thing he knew, the ghost him grabbed Sasha by the neck and while struggling to breathe, a tear s

" 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 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.”

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

Someone shoved an oxygen mask over my face; the plastic tasted like panic and antiseptic. Ghost was on the table beside me, motionless, his skin gray, while blood pooling beneath him in a dark lake. A nurse pressed fresh gauze to the hole in his chest and it soaked crimson in seconds. “Ghost,” I rasped, reaching sideways, fingers finding his wrist. His pulse fluttered weak under my thumb. “Stay with me, brother.” His eyelids twitched, but he didn’t answer. A needle slid into my vein. Cold spread up my arm like ice water.