The Ghost Of You Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

Draco asks as I stand to my feet to look at him in the eyes? "You should care because the Ghost now possesses a Luna Lily. As you can see that makes it very dangerous for you as well. If the Ghost uses the Luna Lily she'll be more powerful than you and all the unicorns combined. She also has a horde of spiders at her back and call. That is why we have traveled to you so you can join our side and killtThe Ghost and the spiders before it is too late." "Luna lilies don't exist they were wiped out thousands of years ago. If they existed I would feel their presence even now."

" Lord Ephonso, the ghost came again. " Ghost? Ephonso's expression flustered a bit but soon returned colder, and even less welcoming. What ghost? Ephonso didn't dare to ask. He was not stupid. It was the ghost of his dead brother. Ephonsi. A ghost who seemed to be playing jokes on his woman, and tormenting her ever since she had returned from Zeus's mansion. Kaimara had claimed to be seeing Ephonsi's mad ghost everywhere and anywhere she went. Ephonso scoffed slightly, pocketing both hands with a blank expression. What a coward! He was dead, yet he was still a pain in the ass.

Ghost’s reputation existed for a reason. I turned away from the monitors and looked back through the two-way glass overlooking the packed club. Friday nights always drew the biggest crowds. I couldn’t believe what we just found out. Then… The front doors opened again. My breath caught. Walking through the entrance… Was Elena.

This was the space she was going to become unstoppable in. Suddenly two maids stepped in silent as ghosts, dropping glasses of juice in front of them, bowing and stepping out without a word. It felt eerie. Scarlet didn’t touch the cup yet. She just stared at the liquid like it might contain someone’s heartbeat. Across the staircase ... upstairs ... Grey stood leaning on the rail, his arm muscles flexed against the wood, watching her from above as if he was watching someone walking into a destiny that would swallow her alive. He muttered under his breath, voice dark, voice scared, voice raw with something like grief,

She looked like she had seen a ghost. We won the bid. Our firm landed the major project. After the meeting, the director asked me to come to his office. My stomach was in knots. I was convinced I was about to be fired. Presenting a haunted slideshow during a major pitch was beyond unprofessional. The director closed the door and motioned for me to sit. He did not speak first. Instead, he unlocked a drawer and pulled out a yellowed employee file. He slid it across the desk to me. I saw the name on it.

She knelt in front of me, ignoring the chaos around us, and cupped my face with trembling hands. I love you, she said through the bond, the words steady and fierce. And that is why I will not let him turn you into his weapon. My heart shattered. Vanessa cleared her throat pointedly. “Time is running out.” I tried to reach for Kaye. My hand fell short. The poison burned deeper, my strength slipping away despite her healing. I felt the edge of unconsciousness creeping closer, the world tilting. Scottie swore under his breath. Around us, wolves held their breath.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

"Are you kidding, have you seen you. You are a fucking cute ghost, there is absolutely nothing to be scared of. If you were not a ghost, you would have been moaning loudly and screaming my name right about now." "Oh God, you are so nasty Enzo. I knew you were going to find a way to ruin the moment." We both started laughing. "Anyways I am leaving, good night." She disappeared before I could say anything else. If I am being fucking honest, she's so damn hot and that black skimpy night dress of hers is driving me fucking crazy and even as a ghost, if I could actually touch and hold her, I would have fucked her already, it doesn't matter to me if she's a ghost.

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.