Soulless Ginger の小説・ストーリー

With a flick of his fingertip, a ball of blood burst out from Gina Jones’s shoulder. Not only was her sleeves torn, but her snow-white shoulders were also cut open. Blood immediately flowed out. The cultivator was filled with the blood of the spiritual Qi, which was a great tonic for these souls. All of a sudden, all the dead souls around stared at Gina Jones. The look in their eyes seemed as if they were about to tear apart Gina Jones. "It seems that you are not convinced of me." The young man flew to Gina Jones's side and gently hooked his fingers.

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.

I was wondering what they were doing. “Step back a little and don’t look at them directly or you will hurt your eyes if they have to go that far.” Lumar told us and we did as he said. First Ginger put her right hand on Brads shoulder and I noticed her eyes turn this really purple color and then I heard it. It sounded like three voice at the same time but it was only Ginger who was talking.

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!

She knows I don’t have any say over this marriage. “Not tonight,” Sniffles. “Tonight is about us having fun, so let’s go,” She drags me out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Ginger doesn’t see it but she’s beautiful with her auburn hair and green eyes that she gets from her grandmother. She’s taller than me at five foot five inches and her body is slim unlike mine. Cato is crazy for not seeing her beauty, instead he only sees this merger. The party is being held in the ballroom. Ginger wanted it outdoors but I couldn't. What if he showed up? He wouldn’t like the idea of a crowd.