Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

I paused, "Ever heard of Hector?" He paused, a long pause. I had time. "I never met him. I only heard his name a few times. They say he's a ghost, the one who makes the worst of things. “A ghost?” “Yes. Nobody really sees him but he runs things, gets you what you need as long as you pay your dues.” “Dues?” “Just whatever he asks from you.” My gaze fell on my fingers, it had splats of blood on them. “Is that all?”

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!"

Finally, gasping and grinning, they collapsed side by side, staring up at the ceiling. **"Okay,"** Ethan said, voice shifting into something more serious. **"We need to talk about reality."** Vivian exhaled slowly. **"Let me guess. Rent, food, jobs, life?"** He nodded, propping himself up on one elbow. **"Pretty much. I’ve got some money saved—enough for a couple weeks. But after that."** Vivian stared at the ceiling, her voice quiet. **"I’ve never had to work for anything before."**

I have no idea how I am going to take care of it, but considering the way he is glaring at me, I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear if it will get him off my case. “Of course you will.” He shoots me a final, menacing smirk before he stalks away. “Yes, I can if you’ll help me and my friend with the kitty. I’ll help you get new copies of the books without paying a cent,” the ghost girl carries on as if nothing happened. I squint at her. “Oh, and how exactly are you planning to do that?” “My friend has a lot of money. If you help her, I know she’ll be more than happy to return the favor,” the ghost girl says with a playful grin. “Consider it done.”

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.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

"Is that a problem?" The corner of my mouth twitched. "I can do it, but it will cost extra. Other ghosts are one thousand dollars per head. You have 16 heads, so…" "Money isn't a problem." The Demon Boss raised his hand with confidence. "Our viewership has shot up recently, and the budget has grown along with it. We're no longer some tiny, cheap operation. 16 heads it is." My eyes lit up. By that calculation, just doing the Demon Boss' makeup alone would earn me 16 thousand dollars.

said Xyla with a laugh. Georgie chuckled again. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s how I did it.” “How much did you spend? I’ll write it off for you.” “No need. It’s just a mere hundred thousand. I’m paying it.” Georgie’s tone sounded joyful. The smile on Xyla’s lips deepened. “I’ll transfer you the money later. I’m happy with just your regards.” “No. Why are you being so courteous with me?” “It’s money that you shouldn’t be forking out, so you don’t have to pay even a single cent. We’re besties, so let’s keep things clean between us,” Xyla added.

“Take a look at it for yourself.” Ghost stared at his phone screen and a frown creased across his face. “A little too harsh for my daughter but I think that is exactly what she needs at the moment. Thank you for your help. Here’s your money.” Ghost dropped the suitcase in front of him and Steve stared at him, too scared to even touch the money. “Sir, are you sure about this?” “Yes of course,” Ghost smiled. “You think it is too much for you?” “It’s a lot sir,” Steve nodded. “I would remain indebted to you all my life.”

“It really is a Rolls-Royce! What do I do now? I heard this car is worth more than ten million dollars! How much do I have to pay?” Beatrice rolled her eyes. “This is a limited edition Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom. It’s around 50 million dollars, and I heard that the most expensive one cost more than ten billion. We are so dead this time. We probably won’t have enough to pay even if we sold our bungalow.” “Huh?” Claire shouted. She really felt like she was going to pee this time. Her thighs trembled vigorously. Where was she supposed to stay if they sold off their bungalow?