Soulless Ginger Novels & Stories

And if I am correct, he is the leader of the Soulless. “Geminie the Soulless are gone. You can put out your flames.” A voice calls out. I growl in warning, ears flattening against my head as I watch a hand be burned by my flames and a scream is heard. The owner of the hand rushes to the side where a small pond waits. “What the hell is wrong wit her?!” Comes the should of the angry person who has been burned. I growl again, slinking low to the ground. I had to protect myself.

It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

Ginger could finally leave her home without fear of being harassed and soon, she began performing again but her fan base reduced by millions. Even with that, she didn't give up. She kept trying to get her fame back and restore her good name which that man had tarnished. She never knew all these while, she was approaching her final day on earth amongst the living. It happened during her final performance, which was supposed to bring her fame back for good but ended up trapping her in Rebecca's body.

“What a question, Snowflake.” She turned her head and realized the flowers were not the wildest, most colorful things in the room. Ginger sat in a chair beside her bed, wearing short, eye-popping red spandex. Lee Anne perched on the arm of her chair, in Daisy Dukes and a pink plaid shirt knotted under her breasts. Ariana stepped to Ginger’s other side and adjusted the thin shoulder strap of a slinky purple dress. “Oh, my God. I am dead. I’ve died and gone to hell.”