Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

Summer initially hesitated but since Casper took over the case, he must have noticed it too. “She still intends to get back at Yadon.” Casper was silent for a moment before shaking his head. “I thought I could redeem her, but she has fallen too deep.” ‘No one can help her unless she helps herself.’ “Someone in Sea City has injected capital recently. The legal personality is from Mountain City. Can you help me look into this person?” Jasper whispered as he handed Casper a photo and a document. Summer had gone over to play with Little Bun. “Okay, I’ll look into it.” Casper nodded. He then frowned. “This person looks familiar. Claes MacDuff… isn’t he from the MacDuff family?”

“Can you trace it?” Ghost shrugged. “Eventually. It’ll take time. Whoever this guy is, he knows how to hide. But I got one thing.” He tapped the screen. “A name. Hector.” The room went still. Ciara’s breath caught. Cormac’s jaw tightened. Cedric muttered a curse under his breath. I felt Ciara’s hand brush mine not for comfort, but for confirmation. She already knew what that name meant. Ghost stood. “I’m going to start tearing through the reroutes. Might take hours. Might take days. But I’ll get him.”

he stuttered, fear numbing him. Casper stared at him calmly, while he lifted his gun a little. His voice was gentle but carried devilish scorn. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

The man turned into a cloud of smoke and advanced towards her paying no attention to her threats. Taken by surprise, Geneva lost her footing and fell over. He immediately grabbed her hand, turning back to his human form. "Don't you dare, don't you dare let go of me," the tears that fell from her eyes were filled with bitter regrets. My mum, my dad, my friends, my life! At this point where her life was about to flash before her eyes, many thoughts were already flashing through. I haven't even tasted the best snacks that Canada can afford and this? Stupid ghost, I haven't even re-watched 'Merlin' to my heart's content. And, and *gasp*...

We didn't trust Ghost, I couldn't bring myself to, I didn't know about Dante. But we verified his information anyway. Marco made some calls. Checked registrations. Ran surveillance on the Plaza. And... And everything Ghost said was true. James Crawford. British passport. Penthouse suite. Checked in three days ago. Security footage showed a man. Sixties. Distinguished looking with an expensive suit. Moving with the kind of confidence and arrogance that came from never being told no. Marcus Sterling. The intermediary. The Council's...

Jino said teary then he died after he gave his chakra to his twin brother. He gave his last chakra to his twin brother. He howled and howled and cried. He wants to kill Alex right now to avenge all his clan. He left the place with tremendous resentment toward Alex. He promised his twin that he would become the supreme ghost werewolf someday. The neighbors were both shocked when they saw that the Macrobat house was burning. They don’t have a choice but to watch the house until it turns to ashes. “I think that Molina and her daughter will already die, they can’t survive that kind of explosion.”

“If you’re not, you start doing stupid things. Like still digging into your mother’s disappearance.” My heart skipped. Did he know? “I can’t believe,” he went on, voice dripping contempt, “that my own son still clings to such a useless ghost. Why don’t you just accept she’s dead? There aren’t even ashes to scatter.” I kept my face blank, though my pulse hammered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He reached me and the back of his fist crashed against my cheek before I could breathe. My head snapped to the side, pain flaring hot, but I stood rooted.

But I stepped closer anyway and I saw what he was staring at. A cluster of photographs spread across an open case. Twelve wolves. Blackwater wolves. Alex. Owen. Miriam’s cousin. Three faces I didn’t know. Carly. Jared. Scottie himself. Beth. Me. Red X’s slashed across every face. Except two. Beth’s photo had three red lines crossing it—not an X but something harsher, like someone marking her for a specific purpose. Mine had a single word written underneath in jagged print. PENDING. A cold weight settled in my chest. Scottie stood very still, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack.

"Hey man. You alright?" I glance at him. "I'm fine." I grumble. Casper, kind of a weird dude, was across from me. "Slumped shoulders. Dark exterior. Broody demeanor. He's got it bad." I turn and glare at him. He smirks and bounces his brows. Carmicheal flicks his head between the two of us. "What? What he got? Is it contagious?" Casper snorts. "Not unless you've had your heart ripped out by someone of the female persuasion." He nods

After a second of quietness he lets go and faces the window again. "One more word," Sophia whispers and gives him a side eye. "They don't want me dead and you're threatening to strangle me. You know if the Mafia was requesting highschool certificates before accepting candidates, you would have never made it." Gunner grabs her neck with his two hands, pushing her against the door in vexation. "I said shut the fuck up!" On the outside Mr. Hogger drives a bike behind the last car of the convoy. He maintains his lane behind the car, trying hard for them not to spot him in the mirror.