Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

"Send me your final invoice." ​"Already taken care of," Marcus replied, standing up and smoothing his collar. "Take my advice, Vivian. Stop looking for ghosts where there aren't any." ​An hour later, Vivian walked into her suite at Miller Group, ready to focus on her stack of urgent paperwork for the afternoon. ​However, as she reached her desk, the heavy double doors to her office were rudely shoved open.

"I understand. Good luck, mysterious man." I pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool evening air. In the distance, a train whistle blew as it headed out into the vast, empty desert. My satellite phone rang. It was my handler. "Ghost, got a new job. Eastern Europe. An arms dealer. S-class difficulty." "The price?" "Twenty million. US." I started the engine, feeling the deep rumble. "I'll take it." I ended the call and hit the gas. The truck shot forward into the twilight like an arrow.

I kicked Wade in the knee. He screamed and dropped to the floor. I continued facing the camera, my voice ice cold. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened. "Twenty-eight years ago. Same track. Same method. "My father, Daniel Carter, had his spine broken and was left permanently paralyzed by the same man, using the same method." I pointed straight at Mason. "That man is him. Mason Vale." Mason shuddered all over and screeched like a scalded cat.

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

"For kids her age, I don't think it's healthy to always keep them locked inside." "I will," I muttered, my voice tight. "Soon." She nodded, returning to hum some soft tune only a child would know. I turned away before the warmth in my chest could betray the ice I'd carefully built around it. In my office, Nicolas was already waiting. I lit a cigar and stepped into the dim space, the smoke curling around me like familiar ghosts. "Talk." "She's a ghost," Nicolas said without hesitation, sliding a thin folder across my desk. "Cassie Roglas. No digital footprint, no documented past, no official records. Not in the system, not in any files. Just a name and a face that shouldn't exist."

My night with Cassie went smoothly without any interruption from the ghost brothers. It was a surprise to me that neither of them had gone against my wishes and scared my best friend. A part of me had expected it to happen but imagine my greatest disappointment when they never did. It was a relief to me that for once they had decided to heed my appeal. I was expecting Calvin to throw a tantrum but he hadn't.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

Chapter 24: The Ghost in the Machine The drive to the outskirts of Lagos was silent, but it wasn't the cold, awkward silence of their early days. It was charged. Jade sat in the passenger seat of the armored SUV, her fingers tracing the jagged edges of the silver key Silas had sent. Beside her, Caspian drove himself, refusing to let Marcus take the wheel. He looked perfectly healthy, but there was a new intensity to him—a restlessness that suggested the serum had awakened more than just his immune system.

“Torches a club for a beating and we’ll have every crew in the city coming at us. I say we grab two of theirs and send them back twice as fucked up.” Ghost groans loudly. “You know… I’ve had zero fucking fun or decent work since that asshole Declan McCoy moved in and started clearing everything up. Give me something good for once.” He’s talking about the head of the local mafia. Even Vesper hasn’t had much to do lately, and she barely takes jobs anymore. I keep half an eye on the door while the guys keep arguing. My body is still here, listening to church, but my mind is somewhere else. I’m waiting for the sound of a key in the lock.