Ghost Commerce Novels & Stories

“The deduction of $1,000,000 is complete. Please go this way.” The man with tattoos had an entirely different attitude, becoming extremely polite now. He was a person who switched sides according to the situation. Thomas kept his card before he led Pisces and Phoebe into the Chamber of Commerce. There were two parts in the Chamber of Commerce. The first part was groceries. It was like an agricultural market. There were up to a hundred business organizations in the place. Many booths were set up there, and various things were sold in each booth. There were authentic and fake things, so people needed to have a good eye if they wanted to obtain some treasure.

I ignored the glances, the whispers, the children pulled close to their mothers as I passed. “She’s cursed.” “She’ll bring trouble to anyone who hires her.” “She should have left when she had the chance.” I ignored them all. I had to. A tacked noticeboard caught my eye at the back of a dim tavern. Nothing official, just hand-scribbled offers, some desperate, some shady. One stood out: Work available. Quick pay. Ask for Brenn. I tracked the name to a warehouse at the edge of town. The air inside was thick with rot and smoke, cloying and suffocating. Brenn, squat and greasy-haired, looked me up and down with appraising eyes that made my skin crawl.

CHASE I hated mornings when I had to go to the warehouse after what had happened. But there was a strange air in the warehouse this morning, it smelled weird, it smelled like grief, heat, and chemicals. And coke dust, yes, I sell coke. The place was well worked, the machines were oiled, the buzzing made it better, it made it alive even if it didn't like it was. It appeared like something only old money and fear could buy. There were errands boys and girls in bikinis there, yes they were there to impress and convince the men and the workers.

He is the ghost of my puppeteer, and I wait for him to come back so that he may pull my strings. Days are long and I busy myself with housework. We do not have much furniture or decor. It is tucked away somewhere waiting for the new house, whenever it may come. I want to ask Domenico what it looks like. But I do not let the questions pass my lips. Curiosity has not gotten me far with him. Only stoic obedience has worked, and even that is iffy. I long for a different life. I long for a life full of neighbors and parties and deep friendships. I want my husband to tell me hushed secrets in the nighttime and to have him curl his hands around my own. Sometimes I stare at the window and I wonder w

The system announced, "The game rules are now active, and players may not withdraw. All 100 players have been deployed. "Welcome to the 'Ghost Cruise'. Remember: you are all stowaways, so good luck staying alive." A flash of white light burst out, and we were all transported onto a cruise ship floating on the open sea. The system gave each of us a card that we could use to make purchases anywhere on the ship. However, it only had 50 dollars loaded on it. My interface displayed three stats: hunger, thirst, and energy, and all three were currently in order. Once any of them hit zero, the player would be eliminated immediately.

"They want to build a new 'Light-Grid.' They say it's more efficient, more 'green.' They’ve forgotten what it feels like to have your soul deleted by a glitch." ​ ​We arrived in Manhattan three days later. The city had a strange, fractured beauty. The Thorne Tower remained a dark, glass needle a monument to the "Black Ledger" era but the streets below were bustling with a new kind of commerce. There were "Scriptoriums" on every corner, places where people went to have their daily transactions witnessed and stamped by bonded printers. ​The Vance & Daughter shop had been transformed. The boarded-up windows were gone, replaced by reinforced glass that allowed passersby to see the massive Heidel

It was safe to say, despite the Red Cow Gang, were a gang of outlaws, they were well liked by the people. The Underground Black Market of Georgina City, the scenery inside is quite unexpected for those that set foot here for the first time. Despite it being underground and secretive, it was quite big and spacious, like an underground city of sort. The ceiling were quite tall, to the point that there were many 2 storey tall shops everywhere. Stalls were neatly organized and placed, the entire Underground Black Market from the top view can be seen like a 4 field of a farm field. Each filled got 3 rows of road that on both sides lines up, rows of stalls. And at the biggest roads it form a big p

The city's neutral zone was full of underground fixers who dealt in high-end forged papers for rogue wolves, but it would cost serious cash. Step three: A real job. The five grand would buy me two months of rent and basic groceries, but once it was gone, I was on my own. I couldn't rely on Dexter forever, and I sure as hell wasn't going to spend the rest of my life hiding in a dusty room above a bakery. I picked up my mother’s silver ring, rolling the smooth metal between my fingers.

He spotted me and tried to hide, but I barely glanced in his direction. Months later, he scraped together some funds, sold the family home, and opened a tiny transport company. Pride had blinded him—he thought a small business meant success. He boasted endlessly about his past while negotiating deals. The result? Three months in, not a single client. The company collapsed again, and he squandered every last penny. After this defeat, Alistair became a drunkard. Lisa tried to divorce him but was beaten into staying and providing for the household. She had to work while heavily pregnant, eventually giving birth prematurely to a severely deformed child. The child didn't survive long.

The Evergreen Capital Group was quite impressive, but it was only because of their money. The Newgate Chamber of Commerce, however, was different. To put it bluntly, they were gangsters of the underworld living in the gray area after getting whitewashed. There would still be a way out after going against the Evergreen Capital Group… But it was a completely different story if anyone were to disrespect the Newgate Chamber of Commerce. At that moment, everyone badly wanted to slap Harvey in the face. ‘How do you not know that this place belongs to the Newgate Chamber of Commerce?’