Ghost (The Halloween Boys, #1)

by Kat Blackthorne

I am pretty fearless, and you know why? Because I don't handle fear very well; I'm not a good terrified person. Stevie Nicks

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk. Steven King

Blythe Pearl knew what true horror felt like. And I was all sorts of fucked up for finding that sexy as hell. Her ass helped too.

She called herself a ghost. But I was the one that was going to haunt her.

When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary. Unknown

I put a spell on you now you’re mine Hocus Pocus

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win. Steven King

Dragon, Wolf, and Devil were who I called my found family. My chosen brothers. And me? I was Ghost.

I wanted to fuck every ounce of fear out of her. I wanted to fuck her brave. Because she could be brave now because she had me, and I’d kill anyone trying to hurt her.

I wanted to shake her and scream, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. You have me.

And then chain her to my bed and yell, you should be very afraid now that you do.

And I thought to myself as I watched her brush her hair, I could live like this until she died peacefully of old age. I could follow her and look after her. Then when she left her physical body, I’d find her soul and follow it too.