Female Ghostface Novelas e Histórias

It was a grudgeful female ghost with a pale face, red lips, and blood-red eyes. This female ghost was formed by the fusion of a few female corpses, so it was a very powerful grudgeful ghost. “I know you were killed by the Hoklux Gang. However, Roger is already dead, so you can rest in peace now!” Gerald said to the female ghost. The female ghost stared at Gerald and released a red ribbon toward Gerald without saying anything. Gerald swung his Astrabyss Sword immediately and started battling with the female ghost. Rey, who was hiding behind Gerald, moved here and there. He didn’t dare to open his eyes to look at the female grudgeful ghost, thinking that it was too scary.

Well, we weren't alone on the stage. My partner had a female ghost next to him! AND HER FACE IS EFFIN' SCARY! She looked like a cross between the women of The Ring and The Conjuring movies. Then, when the time came for my partner to come up to me to spin me around and hold me by the waist, I swear I was going to faint because my hands that were wrapped around his neck had another set of hands on top of mine. And I can feel the cold clamminess going through my fingers as if she was trying to insert her hands into my own...

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

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.

His brows and eyes looked uncannily like mine. "Nathan? You're back! You've forgiven me, right? "They all said you were dead, but I didn't believe them. I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Like a child who'd been wronged, Helena sobbed and threw herself into his arms. But only seconds later, she pushed herself away and stared at him in confusion. "No, you're not him. You don't smell like Nathan. Get away from me…" She suddenly screamed, grabbing her glass and smashing it against the floor. "You're not him! You're not him! Get out!"

She smiled eerily, but he was determined to see what the murderer looked like. However, when he tore off the mask, what he saw was a pale face with neither eyes nor a nose. All he saw were peachy, smiling lips. Yash's hair stood on end, and he let go of the nurse while backing away in fright. "Ghost! It's a ghost!" The female nurse approached him with an unnerving smile. "Who are you calling a ghost?" Yash's legs were so weak that he could not even stand up. "You... Don't come near me! I didn't offend you, did I?! Get away..."

“Oh? If you’re such a great warrior, why can’t you land a single hit? Maybe try screaming at me. That seemed to work on the bear.” “Oh, so you do remember me scaring it away? I might not have a wolf yet, but I am a beast.” He tried to hide it, but I caught the tiny smirk on his infuriatingly handsome lips. Thud. I was on the floor again. Whistle! My next opponent was none other than her. Ugly Face. What was her name again? “Well, well, if it isn’t Ghost Girl. Still haunting our dreams?” she sneered. “I’d love to be in your nightmares,” I shot back. “Lurking in the shadows… ready to drag you to hell.”

The rest of the family had no choice but to follow, and Shane, unable to stop them, had to grit his teeth and trail behind. Mr. Xander stopped a short distance away and barked out, “Who are you?” The woman’s voice floated in on the wind, light but cutting. “Three years, and you still don’t recognize me?” She slowly turned, slipping off her sunglasses to reveal her face. A smile played at her red lips. “Mr. Xander. Long time no see.” “Ahh!” Shane screamed, ducking behind Chris. “Ghost! Oh my God, we’ve seen a ghost!”

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.