Novel & Cerita Smile Ghost

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Instead of feeling sad, she smiled widely. She jumped off the bed, slid the glass door to the side and went to the balcony. There, she inhaled a deep breath. After a while, she chuckled alone. Once again, she recalled the frivolous dream of last night. The long-haired blond with the beautiful appearance lingered on her mind. “What am I thinking? Someone like that cannot exist in this world.” She shook her head. She smiled all alone at the balcony while thinking of him. She felt a weird kind of relief after knowing the ghost she saw in her dream wasn’t a female. She thought it was funny but at the same time, it was impossible to forget such a person who possessed an appearance that was like n

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

A dark vow etched in bone and blood. She didn't flinch. She tilted her head back, meeting my gaze without fear, only a deep, understanding intensity. "I know," she whispered. "And you are mine, Ace Reynolds. My monster. My protector. My ruin." Her lips curved in a faint, challenging smile. "Now stop looking like a brooding gargoyle and let's find these ghosts so we can bore them to death with peace talks."

But on rare occasions, he would glance toward her direction. In one such moment, while she was filing a set of documents, her eyes met his again. In that brief instant, his face softened. His dark eyes held a moment of quiet understanding, and the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. That smile was so small, so fleeting, that it nearly escaped her notice. Yet, in that split second, it filled her with a sense of hope. For Stephanie, that smile was a silent message amid the ordinary rhythm of office life.

"Who would joke about something like this? Belle is truly gone. Her body is at the funeral home right now. Come with me and see for yourself!" Alice, her face pale as a sheet, chimed in with a voice full of false innocence. "Mom, I know Belle doesn't like me, but there's no need to make up such terrible lies to scare Grayson." If I were still alive, I might have applauded Alice's performance. Her acting was impeccable—what a waste of talent not to have pursued a career in the entertainment industry. "You shameless tramp!" Liam roared, his fury unabated. "Shut your mouth! Both you and Grayson know exactly what kind of filthy relationship you have going on!"

I pointed out. She huffs and crosses her arms which made me laugh, while hovering a few inches higher like a grumpy balloon. "But I spent an hour focusing all my energy on this. Ghost makeup is not easy you know." She whined. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit more. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I swear if I could see it, I’d say you look drop-dead gorgeous and even though I can't see it, I still maintain that you are the most radiant and most sexy ghost I have ever seen... I mean, you are the only ghost I have seen but you get the picture." I said truthfully and she finally smiled.

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.