Novelas y relatos de Ghost Ex

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

Alex asked, “What kind of ancestor are you? The ancestor of zombies? No wonder you can live for three hundred years.” At this moment, Guilherme Extraordinaire’s soul suddenly flew out of Alex’s body. Looking at the ancestor, he said with a surprised expression, “Master Qantas, I didn’t expect you to cultivate yourself into a zombie and live until now.”

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

To his dismay, the staff disrespected her instead. Dominick could not recall walking out of the dungeon. Suddenly, he noticed a crowd by the garbage room, doubling over and vomiting violently. “Jesus, who sends of gift of decaying flesh? This must be some serious vendetta.” “I don’t think it’s rotten meat. Doesn’t it resemble a tiny human?” “A tiny human? Don’t tell me this is a fetal embryo. Oh, my God! What is going on here?” “With Ms. Costa expecting, sending this is too much. We should get rid of the thing before Ms. Costa sees it.”

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

I had just tried to kill him, I hated him with every fibre of my being, but here he was, willing everything to me? He shook his head slowly. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes grew wet. "I'm not joking, Cassie. Besides, once you get the relic, I'm certain you'll get other secrets about your mother's death. The Nightingale isn't what you used to know it as, Cassie." "What do you mean by that?" My attention was at its peak as I remained focused on him. "Oh, I get it now… you are trying to compensate me for my mother's death?"

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

"One of the guards... it had to be one of the guards." "Your grandmother and I have a lead," Marcus explained, his voice dropping to a cautious murmur. "We can't be certain yet; we only have suspicions. To uncover the full truth, we need Xavier Grayson’s cooperation." Chloe gripped his hand, her fingers trembling. "Grandfather, tell me the truth. Is there anything in this world that defies reason? Are there... are there truly ghosts?" Marcus shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "No. There are no ghosts."