A Ghost In Monte Carlo Novels & Stories

Matteo stood by the door, one hand resting smoothly on his gun. I stayed seated, eyes fixed keenly on Ghost. Waiting. Watching. Every minute seemed to drag endlessly and slowly. Painful slow. Ghost’s fingers suddenly stopped and his back straightened and then he scratched his unkempt beards. He leaned in near the screen, lowering his glasses and peering at the screen like he was born blind. " What's it?" Matteo asked. Ghost did not answer at first. He squinted at the screen again and leaned back with a low whoosh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose .

“The ghosts here in the university told me. Like that one on his back.” When Xurden turned to Marco, the ghost slowly appeared on Marco’s back, clinging to his shoulder. It was a woman wearing a black dress and having long white hair. His eyes grew because the ghost reminded him of someone. It was odd that he didn’t even sense the ghost. “You’re joking, right? It’s impossible. I can feel ghosts, you know, even when they’re invisible,” Marco said. He turned his body and came face to face with the ghost. “Don’t come near me again if you don’t want me to send you to hell,” Marco even warned the ghost.

​"Marry me, or watch your empire crumble." ​Two weeks before her 30th birthday, Vivian Miller—the sharp CEO of Miller Group—catches her fiance in bed with her young stepmother. To make matters worse, her late father’s will drops a bomb: marry before turning 30, or lose her shipping empire to the stepmother. ​Desperate, Vivian storms into the rain-soaked park and collides with a sweat-drenched athlete. Oliver Ross looks like a harmless personal trainer with a plain name. Perfect. He’s harmless and disposable. ​"Marry me for six months. I'll save my company, and I'll make it worth your while," she proposes. "I don't want your money," he replies softly. "Just let me take care of you." ​Wha

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”

Liliana did not believe her, and immediately wanted to reject it, at that moment, a strange voice came from outside. "Welcome to the Eternal Land, I hope you guys will have a fun and amazing time at Eternal Academy." Liliana was so excited when hearing that. "Oh my God! Olivia, you're right! Did you learn through astrology or spiritual arts or something? " Olivia didn't say anything. She took Liliana's hand directly and dragged her to the door. Through the doorway, Olivia and Wiliana could see Pure was talking to someone. That was an old woman, probably ten thousand years old.

“I would remain indebted to you all my life.” “All your life,” Ghost laughed. “Follow me, boy. I have something to show you.” Ghost walked out of the apartment and Steve followed him closely behind until they got to his car. Steve stared at the White Lincoln Limousine and turned around to face Ghost. “This is your car sir?” Steve asked. “Hop in,” Ghost replied opening the door and entering the driver’s seat. Steve entered and Ghost turned the key in the mouth and the car sparked into life. Ghost drove off immediately with speed and Steve held on to the seatbelt closely.

Instead of feeling sad, she smiled widely. She jumped off the bed, slid the glass door to the side and went to the balcony. There, she inhaled a deep breath. After a while, she chuckled alone. Once again, she recalled the frivolous dream of last night. The long-haired blond with the beautiful appearance lingered on her mind. “What am I thinking? Someone like that cannot exist in this world.” She shook her head. She smiled all alone at the balcony while thinking of him. She felt a weird kind of relief after knowing the ghost she saw in her dream wasn’t a female. She thought it was funny but at the same time, it was impossible to forget such a person who possessed an appearance that was like n

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.