The Ghost Of You Dramione Novels & Stories

"Please calm down, Miss Vanzie. You are not going to die. The reaper is not going to hurt you and-" "Eekk!" Vanzie screamed with her eyes wide open as she looked up. Her scream took Jennet by surprise and she looked up. There, hovering above them was a black hooded being. The Grim Reaper! Jennet heaved a deep breath of relief. "Ah, Miss Vanzie, don't worry you, eh?!" Her eyes widened when she saw Vanzie was already lying on the floor, losing consciousness. "Miss Vanzie!" she slapped the woman's cheeks repeatedly but the woman didn't rouse.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Cynthia was feeling cold too so Damon gave her his jacket while walking . " Won't you feel cold ." asked Cynthia . " Is it a joke ." said Damon raising eyebrows . " Oh sorry i just frogot for a second that you were a ghost." said Cythia and then bit her tongue . " What ...since when did i become a ghost ..why are you so eager to see me dead ." said Cynthia . " Aggg this word is on my tongue now ...i meant to say vampire ." she daid .Damon gave an eye roll . " Beep beep ." said Damon knocking on the glass .Davina and Jackson jumped with shock .

he told the doctor, “I’m cutting your fucking intestines out and feeding them to your wife.” My vision was darkening. My fingers twitched. I saw flashes. Fiorella. Water. Fire. A girl’s scream. My chest burned. My lips moved. One name. “Malva…” The world spun again. “Malva… save me… Ghost’s eyes snapped to me. I couldn’t feel my legs. “Tell her… she owes me…” Then nothing. Just black. Again.

“You took the body of a little child to spy on us, you disgusting old…” “That’s not exactly how it happened though,” Ghost laughed. “It seems you’re a hot blooded young man. Sit back and I’ll tell you how it went that day and maybe you would judge me better when I’m do e with my story.” “I’ve heard enough stories to last me a lifetime,” Jimin grunted. “I don’t want to hear any of your…” “What actually happened, I might not know,” Ghost started. “But I remember what I saw on the night that Draymond died.”

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

The old ghost of Black Mountain let out a deep drink, and immediately transformed into two black winds that rolled towards the altar, and in just a moment, it sucked away the life element of those young girls, and the sixteen young girls who had their life element sucked away immediately turned into old crone with white hair and wrinkles all over their faces. "Ah--" The sixteen maidens who had become crone looked at each other in horror, looked at their own reflections in the water, their faces aged in a flash, unable to accept this fact, and fainted again. "Action!" Dust Dyed Nonflower's figure moved, instantly splitting into three and rushing towards Old Ghost Montenegro, as if at this mom