Ghost Face Reveal Cod Novels & Stories

I announce to all of them, closing my eyes for a quick moment before I open them again. The silence stretches. But James suddenly coughs, blinking hard. “What?!” “GhostRay,” I repeat more bodly this time around. “I am GhostRay, the hacker who runs those challenges online. The one who—” I look directly at James. “The one who you argued with a few months ago.” James’s mouth falls open. “T-that was you?” “Yes. You are NightCode aren’t you? You even told me you bet I was some crazy ass dude living in my mother’s basement with nothing better to do than torture other hackers.” I finish, raising my eyebrow in a smirk.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

Liora could smell Mavric’s masculine scent mixed with a hint of tobacco and stress. “Someone just saved my company, Liora,” Mavric whispered. “Someone incredibly brilliant someone who knows how to manipulate Marcus Vane’s code like it’s child’s play.” “Their codename is ‘Ghost’.” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Ghost?” Sounds like an action movie hero. “What does that have to do with me?” “I’m just a woman you’ve locked up here.” Mavric took Liora’s hand, feeling the pulse in her wrist.

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."

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

“What?” Charlotte sighs like she’s tired of pretending. “May as well get it over with. I know you’re going to run straight back and tell the entire club anyway.” I glance at Echo, waiting for him to explain, and he finally does. “A few years ago, we had an issue with a member, Jacko” he says. I remember him. “Things went south. Ghost went to deal with it. Only when he got there, the body was already gone. A day later, we got a message. No signature. Just a location and a code. Inside a safety deposit box was everything we needed, proof of his crimes. Cleaned up so tightly there wasn’t even a trace of blood left behind.”

“Yes doc” --------- John Carl POV “What happened? Why... Why... Why do I see my body is lying there?!” I tried to hold my body but my hand just pass-through “No... Am I already a ghost?! this can’t be happening!” as I continue to approach my body nothing is change, it can’t be happening! “Estimated time of death 2:58 pm”- ? a sudden figure appears behind me “Who are you!?” this person is wearing a long black jacket and a mysterious black hat, though he looks scary it approaches me

Ciara would be staying back. "Is he…dead?" The announcer asked in awe, just as Ghost got to the door. He turned, to get a good look. The Asian fighter was lying lifeless, foaming from his mouth. The place was in chaos. Ghost turned around and left the building. Just then, he got a message from Scar. He took out his phone and checked it out. *mission accomplished.*

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.