City Of Ghosts Book 2 Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 26: THE GHOST OF VANE GLOBAL The Ivory Spire didn’t look like a corporate headquarters anymore. Under the toxic green glow of the "Second Wave" radiation, it looked like a jagged tooth protruding from the gums of a dying city. I stood at the edge of the crater where the Shadow-District used to be, the mud of the slums caking onto my skin like war paint. My silver armor was gone, exhausted by the blast, but the frequency was still humming in my marrow—a low, angry vibration that told me exactly where the General was hiding.

That whatever this thing between them was, it needed to stay… contained. Controlled. But then he’d looked at her like that, stripped of all the walls and sharp edges, and she’d realized something terrifying: Damon Cross wasn’t the only one with ghosts. She rose and walked toward the window, tugging the curtain aside. The city was awake already — efficient, indifferent, alive. The hum of traffic and people below had always soothed her; it made her feel small in a way that was safe. Unseen. She’d built her life around that invisibility; her code, her company, her carefully guarded anonymity.

Jennifer was asleep at this time but she immediately wakes from her sleep, she looks around and her instincts could tell her something terrible was happening in the city. Ghost leaves the scene before the cops could arrive, he disappears into the street lights as everyone else try to take a picture of him since no one would believe their was a witch flying around the city. He slowly flies back to the dumpster and this was the longest night he was ever going to have, he could not believe any of this was happening, he had just figured out his long lost friend was alive and he dies on his watch, he was not going to forgive himself at any cost but there was something else he could do to stop all

The unbothered man just chuckled. "Princess, I will wait for that day" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see me? (The love forbidden) Synopsis. If you are a fan of BL stories, then this book is definitely for you. A love story between two opposite worlds. The son of a Mafia Lord and a lone ghost. After his death, Earth becomes a lonely ghost. Until he meets a kid who can see him. Years later, they became best friends but... What would happen when Earth falls in love with his friend?.

The city below continued its restless hum, oblivious to the danger that lurked just above, watching and waiting. The man’s laughter died down, replaced by a smirk of satisfaction as he pulled his hood back over his head, retreating once more into the shadows. He was a ghost among the skyscrapers, a phantom of the night, and with the name *Nosce Hostem* etched into his flesh, he was ready to play the next move in his deadly game.

Because by locking away the only evidence that could lead me to the real culprit, the Ghost of Wall Street had just built a new cage around me. Why is he everywhere? Why does he have to control everything? I thought to myself. I looked up at his profile as he guided me down the corridor, his touch still burning against my skin. The folder was gone. The evidence I needed was gone. And the only person standing between me and the truth was Julian Cross. If I wanted the secrets hidden inside that folder, I couldn’t keep fighting the Ghost of Wall Street from the outside. I had to get close to him. Much closer.

Hands that broke away from me to look for new gauze in the bag, which he fixed to my skin with adhesive strips. Was it just imagining it, or did his fingers linger on my hip longer than necessary? Reese '"Got it. Send me the data to my cell phone ”, tore me out of my thoughts. He hastily made the cell phone disappear into the rain-soaked coat and set about stowing the superfluous bandages back into the bag. "What's going on?" I wanted to know. "New Order. Several proles make the city center unsafe. " It drove those senseless thoughts out of my head faster than anything else could.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

It's my first time to stay in the city and my eyes sparkled to see the city lights and busy cars. I sighed. " There's nothing outside!" I mumbled. I decided to go back inside when I heard a growling sound behind me. My heart pounded so fast and my legs were locked. I closed my eyes and took all the courage I had left in myself and turned to face this wild beast behind me. When I finally turned to face him, I saw a grey wolf in front of me. I wanted to scream and called someone's help but I didn't when I saw him sat on the ground.