Ghost Chapter Novels & Stories

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

Aria stayed frozen by the window long after the car disappeared, her new expensive heels lying forgotten on the floor. Ghost wasn’t just watching her online anymore. He was here. In her city. In her life. And she had no idea how deep his eyes had already gone.

Charlie Vane stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass of his office, the sprawling lights of the city mocking him from below. In his hand, he crushed the printed photo Marcus had captured at the plaza. The graininess of the image didn't hide the truth the boy’s eyes were a defiant, dark mirror of his own. " holy shit" he whispered, his breath hitching. "It’s a ghost. It has to be a goddemned ghost."

And for a second— Just a second— There was something in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. Not anger. Not control. Something deeper. Something dangerous. “The place I died.” My chest tightened. “That was here?” She nodded once. “Yes.” Silence. Then I exhaled slowly. “Alright,” I muttered. “Then let’s go see a ghost.” The First Move The car ride was quiet. The city moved around us—busy, alive, indifferent. But the closer we got— The heavier it felt.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

My nose stung. A sudden wave of sadness overwhelmed me as Sebastian's large hand rested on my head. I struggled to keep my voice steady. "Alright, I'll go to the room first. Don't take too long." I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed, staring at the blackness outside the window. A hollow ache gnawed at my chest, as though something vital was missing. The sensation was unsettlingly familiar. I felt like I'd lost something precious, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember.