Dewdrop Ghost Novels & Stories

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.”

The chair squealed when she sat, and she startled, laughed at herself, and then didn’t, because the laugh felt like a bird hitting a window. She pulled up Venom’s live transponder on the internal screen. A blue dot trudged the perimeter. A second dot—Blade—hovered near the south gate. Ghost was a phantom until he wanted not to be, but his devices left polite footprints when you knew how to read the snow. Velia found one of his little ghosts sleeping in the network, smiled, and left it a digital candy. It stole it and left her a middle finger in return. “I see you,” she whispered to the screen, and it comforted her to be seen back, however rudely.

Jax urged him to speak further. “Ghost communicators are small, self destructive machines that can be attached to anything made of any material. They are like small drones who make their way secretly to the receiver,” he answered. “They have only two buttons- a green and a red button. If you choose to help in a particular task, then we press the green button for a go ahead and the drone self destroys itself with no visible sparks or smoke but if for some reason we can’t take up the task , then we press the red button and the drone flies off to the nearest adulterator in the vicinity,” he disclosed in detail.

Ghost unscrewed a canister, putting it to my lips to drink. “Here, baby girl. Take small sips if you’ve been without. You can’t put too much in your system at once.” He also handed me a gel pack. “This will help with hydration and give you energy.” I sipped on the pack as Ghost wiped my tears with his thumb. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. His head rested on mine as he fought to shed his distress over my kidnapping. My poor mate had been frantic. “I love you, Ghost.”

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

She spat out her food to the side and coughed in shock. She patted her chest, to calm her down. Her throat and nose burning, it looked like there some rice that slip into her nose. It felt realy sore. She looked at the ghost while continuing to cough. Her throat felt itchy and sore at the same time. The ghost man looked very worried. Did he just speak, thought Ria. “I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you. Have a drink first.." She heard the voice of the ghostly figure.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

I backed away toward the dropping lift platform, my eyes darting between him and the Ghost units who were now hesitating, their rifles lowering as the facility's own security protocols began to override their HUDs. "It’s not an end," Arthur’s voice boomed from the speakers, dripping with a terrifying, clinical amusement. "It’s a liquidation. The purge doesn't just clear the data, Ivy. It incinerates the hardware. Every server, every node, every... asset in this building is being tagged for deletion." The platform dropped. Dante lunged, his reflexes a blur of clinical precision. He cleared the gap as the lift plummeted into the sub-levels, his heavy boots slamming onto the metal grate beside

Cold first, then hot. Water roared into the porcelain basin. Steam started to rise, fogging the bottom of the mirror. “This will cover our sound,” he muttered, against my ear. “If he comes back. If anyone—“ He dropped to his knees then. “I’m going to taste you now, Nora.”

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma