Novel & Cerita Smile Ghost

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

he said, his voice steady and sincere. Aqua's breath hitched as she noticed his gaze lingering on her lips. For a split second, it seemed like he might lean in closer, but he held back, respecting her space. Instead, he offered a comforting smile that sent warmth spreading through her chest. "Thank you, Damon," she said, her voice soft. He smiled, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Anytime, Aqua. Let's get you to a place where you can calm down."

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

he smirks I gasp "Oh my God, you didn't-, I swear when we get home I'll-" Blondie exclaims "Who are you freaking talking to!, you're scaring me!" she looks at me with a frightened "Uhmm is it a good time to tell you I see a ghost?" I shrug She gives me a confused look

"But first of all, what's your name?" "I'm Prince but my fans call me Ghostwriter." "You're a writer?" She asked and stared at me in all smiles and I couldn't help but ogle. "Yes, I am," I answered after getting back myself and secretly parted my dick which kept jigging in my shorts. An expression flashed in her eyes and she mumbled some incoherent words I couldn't quite grab. "Any problem?" I curled up my brows at her. She shook her head and tousled her long silky hair. "You asked why I'm smiling right?"

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

The ghostly face twisted and morphed, adopting a gloomy and sinister expression with a huge, wide smile. Sunny felt scared as she watched the face materialize, its hollow eyes staring directly at her. Trembling, she whispers, "What the hell?" The ghostly figure moves closer and floats right up to her face. She can then feel it go through her body and out the other side, which makes Sunny feel like she is being shocked. Just as she feels zapping through her, the ghostly figure vanishes into thin air, leaving Sunny breathless and filled with a mix of fear. The whispering in the room then came to a stop. Pure silence engulfed the room, amplifying Sunny's racing heartbeat. She sat frozen.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

And then he smiled. “Ghost,” he said softly, almost like a man greeting an old acquaintance. “I’ have been waiting for you.” Ghost’s face was bloodied and bruised, his lips split, his left eye nearly swollen shut. Yet there was still defiance in his eyes, the flicker of pride refusing to die. Adrian chuckled. “You really thought you could sneak into my estate… disguised?” he shook his head, a dark laugh slipping past his lips. “You’re losing your edge.”