The Ghost And Molly Mcgee Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Who would joke about something like this? Belle is truly gone. Her body is at the funeral home right now. Come with me and see for yourself!" Alice, her face pale as a sheet, chimed in with a voice full of false innocence. "Mom, I know Belle doesn't like me, but there's no need to make up such terrible lies to scare Grayson." If I were still alive, I might have applauded Alice's performance. Her acting was impeccable—what a waste of talent not to have pursued a career in the entertainment industry. "You shameless tramp!" Liam roared, his fury unabated. "Shut your mouth! Both you and Grayson know exactly what kind of filthy relationship you have going on!"

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 66 . "Laura... " Bonnie called her name as she stopped, they were already in Bloomspring and were walking to her grandma's house. "Yes, Bonnie?" She asked squatting beside her. "Will everyone be ok? Will things get back to normal? Will Mystic Hollow be that happy town I once knew?" Bonnie asked as the tears formed in Laura's eyes. "It will... Of course. Everything's gonna be ok" Laura assured while wiping her tears.

Henry I let her straddle me as thunder rolled outside in the distance. “Molly..” “What?” “I feel like you’re going to try and kill me—are you seducing me to death?” Molly stared down at me as her arms snaked around my shoulders, “I don’t know what to think, but I want you.” “It’s the bond talking.” “You don’t feel it?” “Of course I do,” I smiled, “Have you felt my cock?” “I have..”

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

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.

"All of them? They are dead. Ghosts, like me. This world is for us." I swallowed, glancing around. "Dead? What does that say about me? My status in the real world?" Molly met my eyes, cold and direct. "Well, you'd be dead in twenty days in the real world and join us ghosts here if you don't return." The words hit like a punch. Twenty days. I backed up a step, but Devon was there, hand on my arm, pulling me close. "Don't worry, baby. You're not going anywhere."

Axel turned to her and smiled. “I missed you so much” he caressed her face, he felt complete once more that feeling of loneliness was gone from him. “Molly don’t you think it is time to give up” Hazel said referring to Molly who seemed angry that she had lost the fight. “Never” Molly yelled, she created a portal in the sky and hundreds of giants jumped down standing behind her. “You see why I never give up, compare to me Hazel you are nothing” she laughed. “I don’t plan on letting anyone of you leave her alive” she threatened.