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Apart from the fact that I taught her how to feel pleasure, I took her off Julian and Hoff's hands! How could Ghost keep bending over? It was pathetic, and that's why he's so weak without me! I finally heard what I needed to, that soon I would be free, without this necklace to help Ghost control me, I would be able to fight! Surely Ayla would be mine again! "You're funny." I heard Ghost's voice, and then I saw him standing in front of me, his body shaped in the form of a wolf, his white hair with transparent strands at the ends, giving him a spectral look. "Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?"

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

"Your soul for my power. Do you accept?" Seraphina nodded, her mouth dry. "I accept." The witch grabbed Seraphina's wrist, and a strong electric shock went through her body. She gasped, and her vision got blurry. The witch's voice got louder and stranger in her ears. "From now on, I'll be inside you, Princess. You'll have my power, but it will cost you. You'll become more than human, more than mortal. And when the time comes, I'll own your soul."

The high-polished marble hallway echoed with the rhythmic tap of two sets of boot heels. Elara, known in the underworld as Elayne Duskmoor, led the way with her usual practiced elegance. Two of her personal guards flanked Jason. To Vanessa and her family, Jason was nothing more than a nobody, an insignificant waste of space, with no pedigree. But the underworld knew him differently. He was known to most in the underworld as Lucan Vale, the Ghost among shadows and the Eclipse Syndicate’s deadliest weapon.

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

This feels lighter, automatic—like stepping where the ground has already been mapped. They call me Ghost. It simplifies things. Ghosts don’t leave witnesses. Or questions. Or pieces of themselves behind. Conversation thins as I pass. People shift their feet. I registered the looks without meeting them. Curiosity from the younger ones. Calculation from the handlers. And something closer to superstition from everyone else. I am twenty-two years old. I’ve been killing since I was fourteen. The numbers don’t settle into pride or shame. They sit like inventory. A medic steps aside as I pass. His eyes drop to the insignia stitched inside my collar—black thread on gray. Ghost-class comes without ra

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." 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.

And i couldn't make a cake again after the last birthday because mother had already scolded me for not taking care of her health. I didn't know what to gift Wayne for this birthday after all I couldn't even afford a smiple gift. I looked outside the window the moon shining bright and the twinkling stars complimenting the sky. A strong gust of wind blew making me shiver. I took a deep breath before letting it out. I was still lost in the beauty of the night when I heard him "What are you doing here?!" Aiden the weirdo spoke up.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.