Showtime Ghost Novels & Stories

I was going to walk out quietly, i don't even need ice cream anymore. "His name is ghost no body knows his real name" he continued and now i need to listen, I'm too curious to just leave now. "He took my pet from me, i know she belonged to him for a while. Kill him and be over with it" Kill him, he just asked for whoever he's talking with to kill ghost... I can't let them just kill ghost, i can't let them even hurt ghost!! I touched my necklace the one with mine and daddy's voice on it.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

I look over my shoulder to see a huge black van, and when the door opens, there are screens all, chairs, keyboards, over tables, and everything Thorn will need to interrupt the cameras. “Ghost, you’re his shadow; wherever he goes, you go,” Wyatt says, and Ghost nods. I rest one hand on his shoulder, and he turns his head to see me and gives me a small nod. “You’re with me,” Wyatt tells Dash, and he nods, giving him a thumbs up.

If I could distract Julian, I might be able to click that folder. "Julian," I thought, trying to project my voice through the speakers. "The Shareholders... they want a 'Twist.' They’re bored of the 'Garden' already." Julian leaned in, his distorted face inches from mine. "A twist? Already? We’re only five minutes into the premiere!" "They want... a **Villain Appearance**," I typed. ***"Suddenly, a shadow fell over the Garden. It was the Shadow of the Showrunner, manifesting as a giant, black bird."***

"She's afraid of ghosts." Hamish chuckled. "The ghosts in those things are just actors hired by the program. What's there to be afraid of?" Elliot glared at him. "If a ghostly woman with a red tongue suddenly appears in the darkness in front of you, even you would be startled." Hamish, noticing Elliot's anxiety, grinned. "There's no point in worrying. Their phones must be turned off for the show. Don't worry, with Chase there, nothing awful will happen. Oh, isn't that Wylie? No wonder we can't reach her. Seems that she and Sophia are both participating in this show."

Tempest asked, the temperature in the room dropping slightly, but enough to notice. "She's weak. Up here," Ghost said, tapping his left temple. Tempest raised her eyebrows at him "You think so?" She asked him. Ghost nodded, as did Shade. "Because her hands shake under pressure? Because she fumbles while chanting 'I can do it. I can fix' in her head like she's trying to brainwash herself? You have yet to realise that what you've done here hasn't accomplished your goals," She said, pausing to take in their confused expressions.

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.

Her thoughts went to Celie and she wondered where her cousin was. The actor playing the Ember Ghost growled at the crew who ran in every direction before standing against the ship’s railings while looking at the dark specter. Then, the Ember Ghost went to each of the crew, pretending to hypnotize them using his hand and then sucking their blood until they fell limply to the deck. Afterwards, the Ember Ghost stood on a platform and rose his hands to the air while looking at the crowd. “I’m coming to get you!” he shouted, followed by rousing music that crescendoed as red lights flashed on the ship.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]