A Ghost In Monte Carlo Novels & Stories

Ghost prances over to me and sits down in front of me expectantly. "Oh, fuck. Ghost I didn't get the chance to go. I ran into some trouble, girl," she lets her head fall in disappointment her tail stops wagging and she slumps over to the staircase. "Want some ice cream?" "Why is she upset?" Micca asks when Ghost just huffs at me. This is the first time he tries to talk to me since I basically called him a man-whore.

I tried to take it from his hand again but he just hided in his desk. There was a knock on the door before I got the chance to object. Ace called a come in and a guy came in smiling. "Ghost is asking for the little" he said to ace. "I'm the little boss" I said with a frown, he looked surprised and looked at ace who chuckled again. "She's the mini-boss" he assured him. I smiled and skipped out of the office looking for Leo, the guy guided me toward one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

I muttered, before stomping out of the kitchen in search of a certain dark-haired ghost. I had to search the whole apartment before I could find the particular ghost I was looking for. Surprisingly he was on the balcony, bent over the railing and watching the passing of cars and people down the street. He had a melancholic look on his face and I forgot my reason for looking for him for a moment.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

He'd watched that exact turn execute a hundred impossible overtakes on a hundred different tracks, years ago, before the name attached to it had simply vanished from every circuit that mattered. "Ghost," Marcello murmured, to no one, a slow smile spreading across his face. He set his glass down on the nearest table and began moving through the crowd with the easy, unhurried confidence of a man who knew exactly where he was going and had no reason to rush, because the man he was walking toward had nowhere left to run. Dante felt him before he saw him — a shift in the air around them, a small parting of the crowd that happened the way crowds parted for men who didn't need to ask for space, and

By noon, she was at Marco’s apartment. He was still half-asleep, hair matted, shirtless beneath a loose hoodie. His gaming setup glowed faintly behind him in his studio—an obsessive tangle of monitors, cords, and LED strips. It smelled like Red Bull, burnt toast, and overpriced cologne. “You look like hell,” he said, blinking at her. Dominique dropped her backpack on the floor and stepped inside. “I need you to hack a ghost.” Marco arched a brow. “Define ‘ghost.’”

Those eyes lifted and locked on mime and the glass instantly stopped moving. “The dead has no business with the living, Riven Cole,” he said, voice low enough that only I heard the tremor under it. “We don't tend to corpses here.” I crossed the distance, my boots leaving wet prints on sawdust, then I placed my hands on the counter and said in a low voice, “Then pour one for a ghost.” The room seemed to respond to my words like they heard me, a hush spreading round. I heard a chair scraping the ground and seconds later, someone in the back muttered “traitor”.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

It's as if I bought a serving for him. But why didn't he say a word? Can't ghosts communicate? Do they speak any other way? I'm curious. Where is the ghost now? Is he here? I immediately got up and sat up straight, being alert. Did he already in this room all this time? But I didn't see anyone. I remember that figure had the appearance of a full human yet was transparent with a faint gray light. He's so easy to see, how come I've never seen him? What made him suddenly decide to appear?

They’re laughing about something, but I can feel it, Ghost’s stare on me is heavy and unrelenting. Ten minutes. That’s all it takes before Red smirks knowingly and leans in close. “It’s the dress,” she whispers, winking. I roll my eyes, but before I can answer, Ghost moves. One second I’m perched on the edge of the seat, the next I’m airborne. His arms scoop me up without warning, his grip solid like I weigh nothing at all. “Ghost!” I hiss, my hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders. He only grins at me, that wicked look in his eyes that always tells me he’s two steps ahead of my protests. “Red was right,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only I hear. “It’s the dress. It’s fucking da