Devin "ghost" Sola Novels & Stories

Ayla caught the rhythm of the room: the hush before a number was called, the shift of weight when tension crested, the faintest collective exhale when a lot was claimed. Then, without ceremony, the auctioneer lifted a small black envelope from the table. “Lot forty-seven,” he announced, his voice dropping to a tone that made the air in the room seem heavier. “Designated… ‘Specter.’” A ripple moved through the crowd. Not an object. A name. The screen behind him did not light with an image. Instead, a single word appeared in stark white on a black background: CONFIDENTIAL. “This,” the auctioneer said, “is an asset with confirmed operational success in extraction, infiltration, and destabilizat

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.

Really is an extreme drink for straight people like Regi and Jenny. "Have a meal, Miss Jenny. We'll talk casually but surely." Gerand spontaneously rolled his lazy eyes. What Deny said was too ridiculous in his ears. "Oh yes, I will introduce myself first. My name is Deny Felixa. Owner of Felixa Corp in America. I plan to cooperate with this company. I am also Mr. Yosefa's younger cousin." Regi just stared embarrassed at the person who spoke, this was the second time he had heard this. Then it's still the same as before, that person's pretentious face is still visible.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Devon stood near the stairwell door. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a memory. He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a second skin, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His hair was windblown, his skin pale, but his eyes—those icy grey eyes—were burning with a fire that could scorch the earth. He took a step forward. “You ruined mine both on the earth and in hell.” I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I just stared, shaking.

I quickly search my pants pocket until I found what I was looking for. I head over to my laptop and logged on. I am eager to find out what it contains. I know that it is from my spy, that I have in Helio at the moment. Ever since I found that she would be with her parents in Helio, I knew who I wanted to shadow her. I open the video clips that are attached to the detailed information that I requested. The first clip was of an SUV pulling into the mall parking lot. I was confused until I saw who the driver was. It was the f*cker that claimed my beloved! I scanned over the typed information about this person. His name is Rollings Devante, he is in his early 20s, beta of the Shimmering Falls pa

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.