Ghost Fighter Ost Novels & Stories

“I’d say Ghost took the contract job.” My eyes stayed locked on the screen. “Can you tell if they accepted one recently?” “Normally?” He chuckled without looking away from the monitor. “Not a chance.” His fingers continued flying over the keyboard before finally coming to a stop. “But…” A satisfied grin spread across his face. “I found a crack.” He tapped the monitor. “I rerouted a request and slipped through before their system corrected itself.” I waited for a minute while I watched him work. “They’ve got incredible security.” Another tap against the screen. “But one wall was down long enough for me to get inside.” He looked up at me. “I can’t see what job Ghost accepted.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

The men moved in slow motion: black-clad silhouettes swallowing the dim hallway light, their boots whispering against the linoleum. My vision narrowed to tunnel—white-hot panic radiating from the four shadows who held her hostage. All masked. Dressed in black. One had Laura in a chokehold, fist knotted in her hair. She whimpered, clawing at his arm, her mascara streaked, her lip bleeding. “What the fuck do you want?!” I shouted, hands raised slightly. “Money? You want cash? I’ll give you everything. Just let her go.” The biggest one stepped forward. Built like a linebacker, voice low.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

My fucking cell phone immediately rings. -Well what the fuck happened?-Jaidyn -I offered her a contract as our official photographer and graphic designer. She accepted the offer.-Me -Thank fucking god.-Jaidyn -I did tell her she has to travel on your tour bus since yours has more than enough room for her to edit all her pictures and whatnot.-Me -That is fucking fine with me-Jaidyn

"Through this, we, the first and second strongest, promise to stay true, stay fair and stay bloody no matter who we're fighting or what we're fighting, even if it's each other." We both chant and fist bump before sitting at our stations. My mask was on, my lenses were on, my hoodie was on, my signature jacket was on and my adrenaline was running. I was ready to fight. I looked at the row of fighters until my eyes land on the Skulls and Bones gang who was already looking back at me. I shrug them off and pay my attention to the line of fights going on until I finally heard my name. "FOR THE TIME A LOT OF YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! HERE COMES OUR PRINCESS OF HELL! THEE ONE! THEE ONLY! THE MYSTE

I jumped as my phone buzzed in my pocket, waking me from my thoughts. "Alpha we're having trouble on the border. The rouges are attacking. The pack needs orders" My hand tightened around the phone. "Prepare for battle, I'm on my way." I didn't wait for a reply before hanging up. ********************** "This movie makes no sense, how in the world did this gain a fanbase?" Jocelyn laughed, "Not everyone over analyses every moment of each movie they watch." I was about to reply but my phone rang. I listened to the news wordlessly then checked my watch.

dressing me in tight black leather pants and a cropped tank that showed the fresh bandage on my ribs from the warehouse. A thin silver chain from his pocket now circled my throat like a subtle collar. “Stay close,” he’d ordered earlier. “And watch what your man can do.” I hated how those words made my stomach flip. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Tonight, undefeated champion — The Ghost!” Kai stripped off his shirt at the edge of the cage, revealing the hard planes of muscle scarred from years of underground warfare. His tattoos — dark ink depicting knives, chains, and a coiled serpent — gleamed under the lights. At thirty-six, he moved with lethal confidence, rolling his sh

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