Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

“Severe ones. For your future. Your parents… they won’t take this lightly.” “I know,” I said. He dismissed me. I walked back into the hallway. The news had spread quickly like wildfire. Kids were staring at me, whispering in groups as I passed. “Zero…” “I heard she cheated and got caught.” “No, she went crazy and just filled in randomly…” “Lizzie said the engagement is totally off now…” I ignored them all and walked straight to the parking lot. My phone buzzed. A message from Tamara. Fixer’s name is Marcus Vale also known as “The Ghost”. Investigates and Handles discreet problems for the Crowns. Dave specifically. Current location is attached.

"Shane found me in a bar. Said I looked dead. That was until some fucker was messing with me. He wanted to show off in front of his new little girlfriend, I hadn't gotten too far in fuckin' him up when Shane pulled me back. Told me about the Warriors. Thought it sounded like something that could save my life from either getting killed or being arrested. Austin made the same comment about how I looked dead because of my eyes, Ghost was created." "I'm glad you got patched in Ghost." I know more haunts Ghost than he lets on. I've seen the names of the men he has killed tattooed on him. I've also overheard my father mention some kind of mafia when it comes to him. I don't know the details, but I

Not of data, but of character. A series of highly sophisticated, deep-fake documentaries began circulating through the non-Grid-linked "dark channels." They depicted Caspian Vance not as a hero or a physicist, but as a Digital Judas. The narrative was surgical: Caspian hadn't "negotiated" with the Grid; he had been subverted by it. They claimed his "Sentient Breath" was a slow-acting neuro-sedative designed to make humanity compliant for a final, automated cull.

Mac mumbled almost incoherently, thick blood gushing out of his mouth as he spoke. "Let me refresh your memory then," Eli asked in a sing-song voice. "Corbett Havens was one of the patsies you recruited from Louisiana." A flicker of recognition flashed in Mac's frantic eyes. "Bert? I haven't seen him for over a decade, boss. I don't know where he is, I swear!" he rambled as he staggered backward until his back hit the wall. "I do," The Ghost replied with an air of nonchalance as he stalked Mac Rattray into the corner of the room. "He's dead. He never made it back home."

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!"

he growled, his voice low and menacing. The man’s face twisted in pain. “I don’t—” Bain tightened his grip. “Wrong answer.” The man gasped, struggling to breathe. “It—it was Mikhail. He wants the girl.” Bain’s blood ran cold. Mikhail. Another ghost from his past. A Russian crime lord who had once been a valuable business partner—until Bain destroyed his operation and left him with nothing. Bain released the man just long enough to let him drop to the ground, then he crouched beside him. “Tell Mikhail if he even breathes in Cassie’s direction again, I’ll bury him alive.”

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

“Or do you want me to shoot again–” “Okay!” the man screamed as he finally broke. “Okay! Okay!” Aaron stopped and watched him breath heavily. "I'm… I'm not with the stash!” Aaron tilted his head. “Then who is?” “My boss!” “Name?” Casper swallowed before answering, “Rafael.” Aaron's expression changed instantly. “Rafael?” he asked, frowning. “Rafael Moreno.” Casper nodded immediately, hot tears pouring down his face as he grabbed his leg.