Smile Ghost Novels & Stories

I explained, “So I get them on my sandwich but pick them off.” I glanced at Damon to find him whispering something to Ghost, who then threw his head back and started laughing. It took twenty seconds of glaring for him to wipe his eyes and offer me an explanation. By then I’d gotten a near perfect image of his flawless teeth. “His canines are nice,” Ziva admitted. Ghost’s keen gaze sliced over to where Maverick sat at the bar. A pile of banana peppers sat on the corner of his sub wrapper. He lifted his head; a dab of mayonnaise stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Like a Hollywood actor but with the muscles of a guy that lives in the gym. “That one is Ghost,” Jonas says, and I frown, repeating the name. Jonas laughs, and Ghost shakes his head, only looking at me through the rearview mirror for a split second. “Hi darling, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says, winking and looking at me again for a split second.

Cynthia smirked . Cynthia got her phone out of her pocket and spoke in the microphone ." Hey g****e can vampires kill ghosts ." Damon gave an eye roll " seriously ,,,,, like seriously "he excalimed knowing that it was stupid ...information on net would be more from the fiction stores and stuff majority of the people don't belive supernatural creatures are real .

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

"You're finally awake!“ I turned to my left to see who had spoken, but I couldn't control the yelp that came out from my mouth as I came in contact with striking green eyes. He looked young and had a boyish grin on his face which suited him perfectly. He was like a specimen that had been beautifully crafted by God. The blonde curls on his head looked soft and I found myself wanting to run my hands through them. The only thing stopping me at the moment was the fact that he was a ghost. But, why did he have to look so hot? “Why are you hunting me? If you want my pizza every day, I will gladly give it to you as a peace offering,“ I negotiated. The ghost just chuckled and smiled at me. Kill me i

He brushed his tongue against his silver-plated teeth. I grimaced on the inside, but kept my face cold and devoid of emotion. Trinity Gang member number three: code name, Fire. Their names were as ridiculous as their beat ass fucking ugly faces. To be honest, they don't actually have ogre faces, but they're also not particularly attractive. For my standards. I simply ignored what they said and instead gave them a wide, sweet smile. The smile I usually give my targets. It's what I called a sweet smile of death.

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."

A radiant smile spread across her face. "I'll take that as a compliment." She paused, reinforcing her grip on his wrist with her other hand, exerting herself to bring him down to her height. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his dusky, chiseled cheek and whispered, "I promise I'll come back. No one else will take you; you're mine. And if I die, I'll return as a ghost to marry you. So, you'd better hope I survive because having a ghostly Luna around isn't pleasant at all."

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

❀° ┄─────────────╮ Me: You keep talking like that and I might just walk. ╰─────────────┄ °❀ I smirked, feeling a little more in control as I sent the message. But his reply came swift and cutting. ☠︎︎° ┄─────────────╮ Ghost: You’d walk? We both know that’s a lie. You’ll come back. ╰─────────────┄ °☠︎︎ My thumbs hovered over the screen, unsure of what to say next, when another message from him popped up.