Two.ghosts Lyrics Novels & Stories

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Whispers rippled through the rows behind us. Only two companies had received a reaction like that. The Goddard Group International. And Cross Holdings. “Cross Holdings already has this locked down,” a woman whispered. “Nobody stops the Ghost,” another man murmured. “Not unless the Goddards stop him.” Then I turned to Julian. “That man from earlier… who was that?” I whispered. Julian didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the stage while his grip on my hand loosened just a little.

They cheered and danced , laughing like they had no pain, hurt, sorrow to bare for a while. One thing that Mrs. Robin thought about as she danced with their guests were her late kids. If only they were alive , if only Red had no scars, he was going to live a better life. She sighed.

Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole. At the same time, the 9th space began to be like a broken glass gradually cracked… The space changed rapidly after then… Another light appeared and vanished the whole 9th space. There was nothing left. Only a small, gentle light remained.

True that, I wait to hear again, a ding, the joy of laughter it will bring, the songs again my heart will sing, I grip the rail, I'm petrified a ghostly ghoul, me, has spied I move away, from where I hide, Shhhhhh be quiet, My legs are heavy, I slowly stepped, you escorted, up I crept tears I wish, that I had wept, I move my hand, away are swept, no way for me to leave, get out, they'd never hear me scream & shout trudging on with wary doubt, I bite my lip, I moan & pout, in every step, as I grow brave,

“Enough that my brain recognized it and couldn’t… attach the same memories.” “Neural hijacking,” I say. “You’re welcome.” He steps closer to the glass. “Again,” he says quietly. I shake my head. “No,” I say. “That one was for me.” He exhales slowly. “You realize,” he says, “that by doing that, you’ve just made every version of this song in my head wrong.” “Good,” I say. “Maybe your ghosts will get bored and leave.” “I doubt it,” he says. “But they might start humming in a different key.”

Scar’s weak, terrified voice echoed from the darkness. Ghost’s heart sank. “Scar...” Scar blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Gh... Ghost...” Ghost rushed to the cage, pulling at the gate. “Even the devil can’t catch me.” “Oh my God! It’s really you, Ghost!” Scar rambled in disbelief. “You’re here! You’re alive! Those bastards couldn’t get to you.” Ghost grinned widely, continuing to fumble with the gate. “The key, the key is with the ugly...”

‎ ‎"Is tha—Lucas?" ‎....... ‎ ‎a ghostly knot settled at the pit of my heart, ‎ ‎and one that would haunt my shadows at night. ‎ ‎"What have I done?" ‎

The dust from the stranger rose into the air, swirling into a shape she recognized—The ghost. His face was thin, pale, and endless. His voice echoed from every direction at once. “You killed one, but I am many,” the ghost whispered. “I am every fear you refused to confront and every truth you refused to speak.” Vincent’s claws shook with tension as he spoke. “You don’t belong here either.” The ghost smiled. “Neither do you.” He raised his hand, and the sky tore open to reveal a red storm filled with faces—thousands of brides all screaming, with their mouths stitched shut.

"Lucas!! You arrogant scum! Where are you!!" "Don't you ever abandon me!!! You are responsible to me forever!!!" I shouted so loudly. Every ghost on this floor should have heard of my voice. I don't have vocal cords to tire out. So I could just shout forever here as long as I want to. "Lucas!!!! Come out!! We need to talk!!! Don't chicken out!!" "You have to face me! We are partners right?!!"