Novel & Cerita Smile Ghost

His voice carried more amusement than irritation despite the words. Darren gasped dramatically. “As many times as it deserves.” He straightened just enough to throw his hands into the air. “You should’ve seen your face when she sent it to him.” He laughed out again. “You looked constipated,” he continued to laugh and make his little ghost faces. Darren grinned. “And it was glorious.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of Nico’s mouth despite his best efforts to hide it. “I hate all of you.” “You’ll survive.” Darren waved him off. “I believe in you.” He continued to make the little ghost face as he booed at everyone.

And Samuel's social media had kept posting updates, too. Suddenly, Adeline raced back home. She dug out the old photos she'd stashed away at the bottom of a box and studied them closely. Then it hit her—my smile looked stiff in every single one. Forced. Like they'd been photoshopped... Adeline's head snapped up. The photos scattered across the floor as realization crashed over her like a suffocating wave. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone and opened my social media account. The account posted regularly—but four years ago, I had stopped showing my face entirely. And the IP address... it matched the city where she'd been building her empire all along.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

Ghost to her? “Do not cry anymore. I will go find Ms. Ghost for you, all right? My good little girl, be good and stop crying. It hurts me too much to see you like this… But why still can I not see your face? No. Do not go!” “Do not go!” Adrian shouted and jolted upright. Sweat poured down his forehead as he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably. It took a long while before his breathing finally steadied.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

In my previous life, my boyfriend's female best friend, Yvette Larson, decided to play a cruel prank on the firefighters with a few of her friends. They deliberately set off the fire alarm in our apartment complex and filled one of the rooms with smoke. "When the fire trucks get here, we'll hide and film them scrambling around trying to rescue everyone. This is going to go viral!" I did everything I could to stop them. I warned Yvette that they were wasting emergency resources and could even cause a stampede. However, she called me a buzzkill, and my boyfriend accused me of sticking my nose where it did not belong. Hence, I secretly called the property management office and tipped them of

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.