Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

“Word is, Hades is looking for you. Your brother doesn’t just own the chessboard—he’s the one writing the rules now. And the rest of the mafia? They’ve cut you off, Greg. No money, no protection, no favors. You’re a ghost, and not the scary kind. The forgotten kind.” Gregory’s face twitched, but he forced a smile. “Let Hades look. Let the whole damn city look. Ghosts don’t get caught.” His brother wouldn't let go? Marco shifted at the door, clearly uncomfortable. Rico drummed his fingers, then said with a mocking grin, “And Cassie? She’d have loved to see this. You and your grand fall. You still talk to her?”

She was nothing but one of his accomplished missions. Don Carianno noticed the grimace on his face. "You okay?" "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Ghost forced a smile, reaching for a cigarette in his breast pocket. "Light?" Don Carianno lit it up for him and tossed the lighter on the table. "Tell me something, Ghost. Is there a reason you're interested in Ciara Macdonald?" "What?" Ghost was caught off guard by the question and almost gulped down the smoke. "I'm not –"

Casper had killed his father and he wasn’t feeling remorseful about it at all, instead he was staring at his dead body with a blank expression. Soon he heard footsteps coming towards the room, his father’s men must have heard the shot and wanted to investigate so he put his gun back and went to the window. He had jumped down it a thousand times when he was little so it was hard, when he got to the ground, he climbed out of the fence and walked to the road. He stopped a cab and entered it and then brought out his phone and dialed a number, “the Capo is dead” he said when the call was connected.

His keen eyes spotted tiny sparkles embedded in the fade-green coloured skins. "Hmm, this is the skin of a Fallen..." he whispered. A nice wrinkle made its appearance between his eyebrows. He glanced towards little Viele. "You found this?" he asked. A cinch of disbelief danced in his questioning tone. "Yes," Little Viele answered and nodded politely. "I found them inside the residence of the Chester."

"S-stay away from me!" "Don't worry, we'll both enjoy it, I promise..." "You heard the lady, stay the fuck away Captain Hook." Casper was now in front of me, shielding me away from eye patch. "You're the friendly ghost, you can't do shit to me." Eye patch laughed at his own joke. "You want to bet?" I couldn't see what was going on but I could hear the sound of the safety being turned off on the gun.

The mistake would be what he did with it. Nico came back through the link. “He’s already posted.” There was the briefest pause. “He publicly identified Viktor Sokolov as Ghost.” I looked across the table. Viktor immediately noticed the change in my expression. “What is it?” He raised his brow. “Nico is monitoring Bernard.” I made sure to point that out first. “Bernard’s people photographed you entering Limelight. He just posted another update. He publicly identified you as Ghost.” Viktor leaned back against the booth. “Ghost.” He considered the word for a moment. “I’ve heard of him.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I believe I’ll take that as a compliment.”

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.