A Ghost In Monte Carlo Novels & Stories

His thigh brushed mine every time the car turned, sending unwanted sparks through my body. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. I expected the ruthless billionaire to be on his phone, reviewing multi-million-dollar deals or plotting his next corporate conquest. Instead, a slow, satisfied smile played on his handsome face as he casually scrolled through TikTok. He was literally watching a video of a cat falling off a table, complete with a ridiculous sound effect. The absurdity of it, this cold, terrifying man known as the Ghost of Wall Street laughing quietly at memes, burned hot in my chest.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

His heart beats so fast, his suspicion is right that the tremendous power he sensed was the power of ghost stone. “It could be that there’s a family in the Macrobat used and unleash the true power of ghost stone!” He was confused and he punched the table. Because of his punches, the table is wrecked. All his subordinates were shocked. “It can’t be! It can’t be!” Alpha Julze lost his control his eyes widened like a furious demon. The red nerves and arteries are meeting directly in Julze‘s eyes. He is shouting and all he touched and held, he threw it away and destroyed.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

“Milo, you’re in Montana. We’re on a date and we just left the pizza shop. We’re going to the movie theater. That sound was a car backfiring, that’s it. Not a gun or an exploding spell. We’re not under attack. We’re okay. There’s no danger here.” Ghost’s eyes are still darting around. He’s muttering to himself as he looks for safety. His claws extend through my t-shirt, into my ribs. I grimace through the pain. “Ow! Milo, please. You’re hur-“ Milo’s face is contorting. He’s losing control of Ghost. Oh shit. Is he going to shift? Right here in the middle of town? There are humans everywhere. I fight back the sense of alarm. If he feels it, it could tip the balance even faster.

Camela shivered uncontrollably as tears ran down her cheeks. Vincent’s chest surged with anger as he spoke. “Don’t you dare…” But the ghost leaned in even closer and whispered, “Camela Castellano.” Her entire body jerked as the scar on her chest flared so bright it burned her. She screamed, her voice breaking as if the very name itself had ripped her apart. Vincent let out a fierce roar. The chains snapped under the weight of his anger. He lunged forward, his claws slicing right through the ghost's chest. The shadow split apart, scattering like ash.

Ghost chuckled, shaking his head as he started the car, looking for a decent establishment where we could leave the BMW without getting trashed or carnapped. Ghost parked in front of the convenience store five blocks from Monet’s residence. On foot, we went back to her residence, entering from the back of the house. It was midday, but in a neighborhood like this, no one gives a shit about two huge men lurking like a burglar in the night. Looking around, I nodded at Ghost. He picked the lock on the backdoor. It easily opened. We pulled out our guns, making sure it was loaded. I followed Ghost inside, covering our backs.

the man asked. Marco held out his hands. "I tried." "Clearly not hard enough." "What are you doing here, Ghost?" Marco asked. Ghost, as in the mystery man who'd gotten Vaughn and his girlfriend out of Lebanon along with the others and Ethan? That Ghost? "It appears we have a problem." Ghost gestured at the doors. "You going to invite me in?" "Who are your friends?" Marco asked. Ghost finally glanced over his shoulder. "Interested parties. They won't be joining us."

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.