A Ghost In Monte Carlo Novels & Stories

"Are you kidding, have you seen you. You are a fucking cute ghost, there is absolutely nothing to be scared of. If you were not a ghost, you would have been moaning loudly and screaming my name right about now." "Oh God, you are so nasty Enzo. I knew you were going to find a way to ruin the moment." We both started laughing. "Anyways I am leaving, good night." She disappeared before I could say anything else. If I am being fucking honest, she's so damn hot and that black skimpy night dress of hers is driving me fucking crazy and even as a ghost, if I could actually touch and hold her, I would have fucked her already, it doesn't matter to me if she's a ghost.

Henry's eyes instantly turned cold, and he immediately led me away, warning me icily, "See that woman in the red dress? That's Player 89. Stay away from her... As far away as possible." "Why?" So, they did know each other. "Her nickname is Black Widow. In the real world, she's a scammer who strips people to the bone. Once she locks onto you, you won't even know how you died." I stood frozen in place, feeling waves of cold wash over me. One was a murderer, and the other was a con artist. Whose words was I supposed to believe? At 2.30 p.m., we left the buffet restaurant. Henry suddenly said, "I've got something to take care of. Wait here for me."

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

The anger in me boiled and I could feel my body vibrate. “Who gave the order?” I questioned as flashes of the ugliest scene I had ever seen flashed before my eyes. Like what sort of monster kills a suckling baby? “The Italian Mafia Don, he goes by the name Ghost and that is because no one has been able to detect who he is” “I am going to kill him, and all that he holds dears. If I meet him dead, I will dig up his corpse and kill him again” I said, in rage. “You have to be careful so as not to blow your cover, word on the street says that he has trigger happy fingers. He shows no mercy to anyone who crosses him”

Cigarette smoke curled against the bruised dusk sky, but his jaw clenched tighter than any vice. Dante, his secret spy men capo, stepped into the shadows behind him. "Boss," he said, low, respectful. "The streets are whispering. Someone was seen in Garam. Someone wearing the ghost's face." Luca turned, his pupils shrinking. "The ghost?" "It's Enzo." The word was a blade cutting the quiet.

the man asked. Matteo’s gaze went dark. “Somewhere even fire can’t reach her.” Montmartre — Midnight The street was empty except for music bleeding from a nearby jazz club. Amara walked alone, gloved hands tucked into her coat, eyes scanning shadows. She felt him before she saw him. Andrei Cazares. He leaned against a lamppost, alive. Tall. Scarred. Left for dead by Luca years ago in Colombia. “You’re a ghost,” she whispered.

Marco quickly raised both hands in surrender, "I come in peace and I come with a deal. I have a way to tackle Andrea in order for you to take over Gabriel Accardo's Empire." "And what exactly made you think I'll care about your lousy plan?" She scoffed, piercing him deeper with the knife. "I know what you're thinking about Andrea. But I'm here to tell you not to underestimate her." He informed, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?" "I don't know if you know her, but there's a famous assassin called Ghost. She's swift and adept in combat skills. Although indisposed at the moment, she'll be back to help Andrea as soon as possible." Marco said with a smile.

He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself. “I went to get some fruits for Amanda, her health…” he stammered, the words that came out made no sense, they had just shopped for groceries a day earlier. Melina looked at him with doubts in her eyes, she raised her brows and frowned her cheeks, she did not buy his excuse.

she said and left him all alone A few minutes later,he was feeling a bit tipsy due to the many drinks he had taken already but he still looked steady and called a waiter and ordered a drink,the female waiteress came back a few seconds later with his glass of wine,he took it and went to join Sam who was now alone at a table The host of the party had now gone on the stage pointing out the best company successes of the year He had been talking for a few minutes when Monti suddenly felt uneasy,he had started sweating despite the cool weather in the room "Sir,are you okay?"Sam asked looking at him worried,he didn't look all good "Am fine Sam"Monti answered though he felt anything but that,he hop

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.