Soulless Ginger Novels & Stories

I can't believe this, Ginger Carmine is more sinister and evil than I had thought. “Her plan was cut short when six white wolves from six different packs discovered a way to seal her body away so that her evil reign would not continue. That's where the jewel came in, they sacrificed their lives to seal her body away, letting her soul roam the earth with absolutely no power. She could only manifest a little bit of her powers when her soul was forced into a living being.. in that case, I was used.” She was rushing her words and I understood why. She did say that she had very limited time to spend here.

She seemed to be a woman who enjoyed dating around. He cleared his throat and asked, "And what's your name?" "I'm Ginger, four years old, and I'm a Taurus. My favorite foods include ice cream, fruit candies, marshmallows, fudge, chocolate, and tiramisu!" Ginger replied, barely pausing for breath. Timothy arched an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you keep that to yourself?" "But Mister, you're a nice person." Timothy couldn't shake the suspicion that Ginger was deliberately bringing up her love for sweets.

‘It seems like I need to do some makeover. “Come on, stop being stubborn, and come out! We’ll be waiting for you in the dining room.” Bryan said and then walked away. Ginger let out a deep sigh. Through breaking down to sleep, her heart feels a little bit lighter now, and through napping, her mind feels a little bit clearer now. Ginger continued looking at herself in front of the mirror and muttered, “Those two are not getting away with this. I have to take them down, but first, I have to make them believe that I am already dead.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Amber went all out and set up a special ritual for Leah’s birthday. It would be a celebration of her life and a spiritual rite of passage to her future. She had saged one of the rooms in the back of her store and laid out an altar in it. The altar sat upon a low black wooden table. The red silk cloth hung over the edges and upon it lay crystals, sage, moon water, and a scrying bowl.

Jon said “Plus, we have no idea how you got the information anyway. So unless you can give us some of this information how can we help you later on if it comes out how you retained the information.” Justin added in “I see where you are coming from gentlemen. So I will tell you this and I will drop off some poof at your room later. GInger here is a hybrid that we all know is true. But she is a different hybrid than normal. Usually when a hybrid is made only one partner's gene takes hold, but not in Ginger’s case. Both of her sides are active and I am betting she knows it.” Lord Rodrick stated with a smug look on his face

Everyone is given by the God of Life a total of 10 Lifetimes and once they use up all the lifetimes, they will then start their journey into Godliness, and start as a wandering soul. “I'm right, I am dead” she spoke as her head drooped and the usual glistening eyes turned dull, fully blending in with her current identity as a dead, lifeless, soul. She felt bad, but then she understood. She glanced at the woman in yellow lipstick, her face looked pretty decent, short bob hair, white long-sleeved shirt with three buttons open at the top. Her shirt was tucked inside a yellow pencil skirt and on her shoulder is an animal printed scarf. She heard that this woman is called Paisley.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Entering the lady's washroom she took of her bloody hand gloves, threw them in the dustbin, turned on the basin, and splashed water on her face. The consequences of working hours upon hours were visible in her body. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pale face, dark circles under her eyes, furrowed eyebrows, fatigue were evident on her face. A yawn of exhaustion left her mouth. She sighed deeply. Washing her face again, she left from there to her cabin.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!