Smile Ghost Novels & Stories

"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?.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

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?"

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

"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.

I smirk. ##########

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.

His voice was weary as he said, "Alright, get some rest now." As we lay down together, I turned on my side to watch him, taking in his eyes, his nose, and his lips. Suddenly, a voice rang in my head, shattering the quiet night like a thunderclap. "That's not the real Sebastian! He died three years ago!" My breath hitched as I bolted upright and scanned the room frantically. "Who said that? Who's there?" There was no response, only Sebastian, who was startled awake by my scream.

I approached the table with hesitant steps, placing the glass carefully within his reach, avoiding his gaze. He didn't immediately reach for it, his dark, intense eyes locking onto mine with an unsettling intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his sharp features, a smile that didn't reach his eyes and held a distinct predatory edge. "Now, little ghost," he drawled, his voice a low, smooth baritone that seemed to caress the air, "Entertain me." He made a subtle gesture with his head towards the space between his outstretched, impeccably clad legs. "I want a lap dance."