Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

I say laughing in disbelief still. “Oh no..what was the deal?” Millie asks emphatically. “She offered me up Ghost’s location for twenty grand.” I say emotionless. Her eyes grow wide. “Oh god, X.” She says with furrowed eyebrows and shaking her head slowly in disbelief that a mother would do that. “I didn’t and don’t give a fuck about where Ghost is, I’m the one that fucked up in the equation. Yeah, he’s a piece of shit, betraying asshole, but so am I.” I say honestly.

"What?? It's not about the conversation I'm going to teach you, we're just talking about kissing Xander, you're so abusive!" "Okay, fine. I'll pay you." "The heck? Is that how you think of me? It looks like money? What do you think when money is involved I will agree huh?! well let me tell you that you are not wrong. So, how much is your budget?" "Seriously?" "Joke! Just kidding! Do you really think I'll agree because you said you'd pay me money? If you're thinking that, you're losing your mind!" "10k,"

> "There's a feature like this, but I don't know why you want me to find out by myself. How many points will that cost?" Agatha took a deep breath first before she decisively voiced out. "Do it."

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

“And Hans? You know him. He’s definitely going to turn this invitation down. He’s been consistently refusing gatherings like these.” “Then we’ll kidnap him,” Karlisle replied nonchalantly, “He’s just at home streaming his games. I don’t really know how he gets so much money from that but apparently he does really well with it. His Youtube and Twitch accounts has a big following. It’s nuts.” “Well, I wish you good luck in kidnapping Hans. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be truly difficult,” Steffan commented, “And I’ll just call you if I fixed my schedule.”

My heart, offered daily in small increments he accepted without acknowledgment. And I had nothing to show for it. No career. No savings beyond two months survival. No identity that existed outside of his orbit. Twenty six years old and I was starting from zero. Good, something in me said. Quiet and certain. Zero is honest. Zero is yours. I reached for my phone. Opened the browser. Typed three words. Apartments in Brooklyn. By midnight I had a shortlist. By 8am, after the flat dreamless sleep of someone whose nervous system had finally clocked out I had an appointment.

Zachary asked softly, “Are you interested in getting that?” “No.” Kayson shook his head. “I have quite a number of prescriptions that can produce similar effects.” “Ah?” Zachary was astonished. Soon afterward, he said smilingly, “You must give me a prescription later so I can treat myself. I get tired so easily recently.” Kayson chuckled and said, “I’ll write you the prescription later, and you can prepare one for your own consumption.” “I shall accept your kind offer then!” Soon, a business owner won the Augblood Bloom with his highest bid of over $640,000.

This is my entire personal budget for a month! I felt daggers seeping through me and I turn once more to the masked man, his midnight eyes burning with daggers of annoyance as though trying to tell me to drop my pad. Hm, I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon. Not today, strang— “Eight hundred and fifty!” he shouts once again, turning to me. Oh goddess. I grip my pad tightly, the fear starting to settle deep within my chest. I didn’t think I would be spending this much! Hell, I didn’t even bother knowing I’m going to be in an auction.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.