The Ghost Of You Dramione の小説・ストーリー

asked Damon . " Oh sadly the poor kid fell down from the third floor , and that too from the window of the Dance hall , that haunted one so right now everyone is scared that it was another supernatural attack , well what do you beleive that ghost is really haunting the place , i mean if we can exist , ghosts can exist too right ." said Grayson . " We'll figure out this supernatural stuff later but now talking to Cynthia is more important , i suspect she is at the hospital so i should get going ." said Damon .

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

As soon as the protagonist sees the ghost on top of the Almirah, he blows into Lilia’s left ear. She screams and jumps, almost spilling the coke and clutching at her heart. She looks over at him looking pissed as he starts laughing. She grabs a pillow and starts hitting him with it saying, “You-are-such-a-jerk-Damion-Gray.” She enunciates each word accompanied by a blow. Damion covers his head with his hand and then grabs the pillow to take it out of her hands. The force of the pull makes her lose her balance and she falls on top of him laughing.

“DANTE!” Nothing. Only my own echo slamming into the walls. I don’t know how many hours I yelled and screamed until I feel her presence again. Relief goes through me as my limbs start trembling and my vision starts to blur, my body is starting to shut down. “Ghost, just give up. You're killing us.” “No you’re killing us”, he replied. I must have passed out for a few hours because when I woke up, I couldn’t feel her again. I looked at the clock and it was sundown, it will be one more hour before Dante comes to release me and by then Ghost will be too weak to do anything.

Facing the parents who were once my in-laws in a past life, I answered seriously and respectfully, "Mr. and Mrs. Corn, I'm already married. I have a wife and a son. Even if I weren't married, I still wouldn't stay with Liana. I just don't love her anymore. I hope what happened today won't happen again." The elderly man and woman sighed and nodded at my words before finally leaving the firm. Soon after, Liana was transferred to another hospital and never appeared in my life again. The next time I heard about her was through a call from her mother. "Ryan, Liana doesn't have much time left. Could you come see her one last time?" After a long silence, I replied hoarsely, "Fine." After hanging up

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.