Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

And if Caleb had to burn the Sterling billion-dollar empire to the ground to melt those handcuffs off Evelyn’s wrists, he would do it without blinking. The Ghost was tired of the shadows. It was time for the haunting to begin in earnest.

Agosti says then sighs, he pinches the bridge of his nose “ But with that being said we already signed an contract with a new seller at” My stomach drops, my bottom lip trembles uncontrollably, I spare a glance at Casper who has gone 3 shades of paler. My heart starts beating erratically, my vision swarms and I think I hear someone calling my name but I'm too far gone and I can't help the images that flood my mind. Casper dead, his body buried right next to my mother. He won't see me graduate–if I even get to graduate. My brother, protector gone and I can't–

"Speak." "Christopher," a raspy voice said. It was Victor. He sounded old. He sounded like a man who was out of breath. "You think you won because you found a little book?" "I know I won, Victor," I said. I leaned back in my chair, my heart cold. "Your men are in jail. Your money is gone. You are a ghost." "A ghost can still haunt you," Victor hissed. "You have the girl. You think she loves you? She only clings to you because she’s scared. When she finds out the rest of the truth, she will hate the name Romano more than she hates me."

she replied and Dennis eyes some in shock. He looked at Cassandra as great shock filled his body, his ears unable to believe her words because John Dutch is no one else but the name of his foster Mafia father. Filled with hatred that he has been betrayed by everyone he trusted, Dennis walked out of Cassandra's office. "Dennis!" Cassandra called out to him with a tear soaked face but he didn't turn to look at her. With great annoyance, Dennis walked into his office and Cassandra followed behind watching him parking some files into his briefcase.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

The rage inside me snapped. Smack! My hand struck Richard across the face. "Chloe was your daughter. One baseless accusation, and you decide she's that kind of kid? I'm so disappointed in you." Richard stood there, stunned. For once, he had nothing to say. I looked at all three of them. "I'm not letting this go. All of you are going to pay." This time, Grace actually looked scared. She shrank closer to Richard and pulled David behind her. After the funeral, I hired the best private investigator in Almeda City.

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "They're not ghosts. They're out there somewhere, and you will find them." She slammed her hand down on the desk, echoing the sound through the room. "Arnulfo thinks he can get away from me," she whispered, low and dangerous. "He doesn't know he is running straight into a trap. And as for that little girl he's protecting." Her lips curled into a cruel smile.