Tophat Ghost Novels & Stories

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

Valentino stood near the whiskey shelf, already pouring a glass. Ghost set the bag down. “Your French minister better send me a fucking Christmas card.” “You got it?” I asked. He opened the bag, pulling out the heavy gold frame. Thick. Old. Wrapped in silk. “Let me see it,” I snapped. Ghost peeled the cloth away. Silence hit the room like thunder. It was a portrait. A woman. Not just any woman. Eyes dark as ink. Fox at her feet. Red string around her wrist. Fox teeth glinting from her grin.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

"Custard, I love you, but you are doing to ruin the dress." 'Master! Spirit.' He spoke to me urgently. Custard was looking to his right and I followed his gaze. There, at the corner of the hallway and passed the weapon's room, stood a man with red hair. I couldn't fully see his face because it was a blur. And his body was transparent enough that I understand what Custard was saying. I stood frozen on my spot as I took a step back. "Nate? Nate!" I quickly ran and started rattling the door. "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" I screamed and looked at the spirit. It was still there and looking at me. I was kicking and punching the door at this point. "NATHANIEL!" I screamed and stopped when som

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

I now suddenly realize that I said that out loud " Who are you talking to?" She stares at me weirdly "Do you see them too?" I' wear a confuse expression "see what too?" She leans closer to me and whispers ''spirits" "You mean like ghosts?" She shakes her head "Yes..yes ghosts" "Wait you mean, you see them?" She nods frighten I think to myself 'That's strange I thought I was the only one' Tommy respondes "so did I" ''Hey, Tori why don't you come with me and maybe-"

Being a busy couple, non-had time to study their sons adores and aversions, all through only one person could get through him, their gardener, a very hard-working man in the neighborhood who loved a clean environment. Admiring his designer clothes, Amanda stood by the door leaning at the wall, she watched over him with so much esteeming. She sniffed him from behind over his shoulder. ‘’Wow,’’ she strode along the corridor. “This place has people who are encumbered with money, look at him, he walks with such power,” lost in her thoughts. She napped herself out of her fantasy She took off her shoes and snuck quietly into the living room careful not to bang the door,

They might be ghouls, but they were still her friends and that was all that mattered, Caitlynn turned and saw that Tobias had somehow already left. Figures, they had inhumane speed. She wondered who the little girl was. She caught sight of her violet hair next to Blaise by the other side of the room. She was reaching up, fingers grasping air. She was asking to be picked up.