Novel & Cerita Smile Ghost

Ghosts. I lifted my glass slowly, the cool rim steady against lips that refused to tremble. One sip. A quiet swallow. My hand didn’t falter as I set it back down, though my pulse was a drumbeat in my ears. “Carla Jepherson,” Bianca said, her smile bright enough to blind. “I almost didn’t recognize you. I thought ghosts usually looked… well, thinner.” Her gaze flicked to my figure, lingering a second too long before she turned back to Maverick, brushing her lips against his jaw. “Doesn’t she look different, baby?”

I said out smiling to myself. “ Have you started communicating with ghost? You didn’t say that was one of your speciality” his voice was deep, but as calm as the night. Pleasant to listen to as the wind blow through you peacefully. “ Huh? Ghost?” I frowned, my face burn in embarrassment as I stared at the smile curled on his lips. “ You look like you were speaking to your lover, a ghost. Is he?” he smirked again, I still paused staring at his eyes. Two things burn inside of me, anger and excitement and I didn’t know why. Why was I having mixed feelings?

“Why are you smiling? He went rigid. His lips had curled into a smile without him realizing it—sharp teeth flashing in the dark. He hadn’t felt it happen and hadn’t intended it, but there it was—that grin. The ghost hissed in triumph. “Yes! That’s it! The fox’s grin in the dark. It makes you his, Camela. Not because you love him or because he rescued you, but because you fear what that grin signifies when the lights go out.” Camela shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “No…no, I’m not afraid of him…” She said but her voice quivered. Vincent forced his mouth shut and clenched his jaw tightly, baring his teeth in anger instead. “You twist everything! She belongs to herself…no one else!

I raised up my brows ushering her to give me an answer. When she said nothing, a smile crept up my lips. “I will take your silence as approval. Friends then” I pulled my hand for a handshake. She slowly pulled hers out. We held each other's gaze. “Since we’re okay now, at least smile” I got a glare from her in return. “A sick person doesn't smile” “From which source. From what I know, it helps in recovering. The expression on your face is scary. Like-” “Like a ghost right?”

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

At last he could not help but light a cigarette and slowly spit out four words: "Blasting the ghost." Sioux paused in front of a monitor, and she looked up, her black and white eyes looking at the monitor. Throw the black timer back. The slightly raised corner of the mouth is as cold an arc as before, "over." The light of fire leaking from the crevice reflected a colourful to extreme beauty in her face. ------------------ Please share my book to more readers ~ o (> _ <) o ~

Scar’s weak, terrified voice echoed from the darkness. Ghost’s heart sank. “Scar...” Scar blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Gh... Ghost...” Ghost rushed to the cage, pulling at the gate. “Even the devil can’t catch me.” “Oh my God! It’s really you, Ghost!” Scar rambled in disbelief. “You’re here! You’re alive! Those bastards couldn’t get to you.” Ghost grinned widely, continuing to fumble with the gate. “The key, the key is with the ugly...”

I kiss her a little deeper, letting Ghost’s sharp teeth extend and leave a trail of blood on her lip. I sit back and look at my handiwork. The cut heals as fast as I created it. As the remaining blood drips to her chin, she leans her head back, exposing her neck. The crimson drop slides down before it loses steam and stops an inch above her marking spot. My dick feels full at the sight. I lean in and nip hard on her neck, tasting the drip of blood from her lip. The metallic taste combined with her toasted marshmallow scent on my tongue makes a growl rumble in my chest. She hisses when I pull back with her skin between my teeth, taking my time to let go. There’s a smile on her face. Ghost see

The type that suggests she was about saying something, but I waited and no words came out. I ran a frustrated hand down my swollen face. I was already out of words to convince her with.. “I still dream to witness you edit my sentences even if it's just once. You would grudgily sit at that front desk opposite mine, wearing your funny glasses and aggressively chewing your pen cap, a personal revenge transferred to the pen.” Her lips curved into a hidden smile. The type with the perfect description of ghost smile. It fid the magic, nearly knocking me off my tired feet.

My gaze snapped to her instantly. Dr. Hallen Liston stood near the edge of the medical triage area, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her white coat splattered with blood that was not her own. She had been treating infected wolves since Sarah disappeared. She had spoken softly, reassured families, worked tirelessly through exhaustion. She met my eyes. And smiled. The smile was small and knowing, like we were sharing a private joke. The scent hit me fully then. The same subtle wrongness I had noticed on Lucas. On Vanessa. On Beth, before everything spiraled. Not wolf. Not human. Something engineered.