Female Ghostface Novels & Stories

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

She is their leader, the boss, so to speak. “Pleasure to meet you all. Some of you know me as Ally. I am the leader of this fine group of women. My name is Alessa Valentino-Petrov. Also known as Ghost. We have eyes on Foxy and can confirm she does. In fact, have our little princess with her, as well as the rest of the men who kidnapped and raped Angel.” She says as she stands tall, looking at each man here. Her icy gaze lands on me and I shiver.

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

Her boots echoed in the cavernous space as she stepped onto the cold cement floor. A mechanical hum started. Lights flickered on. Dozens of masked men emerged from the shadows. Silent. Armed. And then— Ghost. He wore a sleek matte-black helmet, no features, voice warped by a modulator. “You came,” Ghost said. “I don’t break promises,” Juliette replied, chin high. He stepped closer. “And yet, you’ve broken everything else. The empire. The legacy. Damon’s illusions.” She didn’t flinch. “Where’s the boy?”

The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open! The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry. The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern. The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward. The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…

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.

Ghost relentlessly worked my pussy until my body was quivering uncontrollably whilst I screamed his name. My fingers dug into his scalp painfully as my orgasm neared, my hand gathering more strands of his hair, pushing his face further into my pussy. “Oh my God! Yes, Ghost! I’m right there!” I cried out as his tongue flicked at my pussy. Smack! Smack! Smack! “You like this, don’t you?” He groaned against me, his large palms soothing the skin of my ass where he had whacked. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I whimpered, grinding my waist against his face.

He stood at the end of the block, his figure shadowed by the dim streetlights, but the mask caught my eye immediately. It wasn't just any mask—it was hauntingly beautiful. A skull, bleached greyish white against black fabric. It covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. But those eyes... they were dark, watching everything with a predator's intensity, cutting through the night like he was born in it. It was sexy in a terrifying kind of way—like he knew exactly how much fear could excite someone. Ghost's body was built, all muscle, and the confidence in his walk made something inside me coil tight.