Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

“But it’s not a sure thing. We need backups. If they bite, though, it’d cut days off the run.” “Give ’em five percent,” I say, waving a hand like it’s nothing. “Goods or cash, their call. Saves us more in the long run.” Five percent’s chump change when I’m thinking about her, Davina, tied up in a room, silk ropes digging into her skin, begging for me. A voice in my head purrs, She’d look so good like that, Echo. I shake it off, focusing on Ghost. He nods. “I’ll call King and Caleb, see what they say.” Then he leans closer, voice low. “Now, Baxter. What’s the plan?”

Nobody wanted to attract attention to themselves. The Ghost didn’t know it, but it was a test, to ensure we could control the transactions over the next few months. I needed to know which one of my runners would be tempted to get greedy and potentially jump ship when Alphonso reached out to them. He would soon try to do that. I quickly typed a message back. To: The Ghost From: Ruthless King Good answer. I’d like to book the next six months of your exclusive services. Max three times per month, as initially agreed. Monthly retention two hundred thousand. The percentage f*e

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

After finishing my work at the company, Ghost drove me to a high-end boutique uptown for outfit shopping. As we stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance, Ghost handed me a black card. “Alpha Xavier asked me to give you this. For your shopping.” I blinked repeatedly. “But I have money I can use.” “He insisted on you using this card,” Ghost replied. “He specifically instructed that you must not spend your own money.” My heart fluttered as I accepted it. That man was spoiling me far too much. The dresses inside the boutique were as expensive as they were elegant. And there were far too many options. As I continued sifting through the dresses, a familiar voice suddenly spoke behind

“Double. I’ll pay you double.” Ghost stopped. Slowly, he turned his head. His lips twitched, almost like a smile. “You can’t afford to lose that much money,” he said. “Watch me,” I snapped. “ One Hundred Thirty-Three Thousand Three Hundred Thirty-Three USD" was the price for your release. I’ll give you another $20,000 now then give you an extra $20,000 if you finish this job. Take it. Take it and deliver the boy to me.” For a long moment, Ghost was silent. His eyes studied me, cold and unreadable. Then he finally sat down again.

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!"

It belonged to the ghost. I clicked on a set: a bralette and matching briefs, sheer with fine embroidery. It looked like something you’d wear for someone but yourself. My finger hovered over the “Buy now” button. A voice in my head, the mom-voice, hissed: Impractical. A waste. You’ll never wear it. I heard Leo’s voice, Quiet and hurt: I miss my wife. I clicked “Buy Now.” A flush of victory, hot and secret, spread through my chest.

“ Do we have a deal? Brianna asks the driver and the driver nods his head and they shake hands. “ Your account number? Brianna says . “ My account number? Are you paying the 8M now? He asked. “No, part payment of the deal to show you that I mean business “ she says and the driver smiles and quickly called the account number for her and not long his cellphone beeps and it was a message from Brianna and it was an alert of two million naira.