Ghost Gumball Novels & Stories

“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.

"Hmm! Good! Felix boi. You know that Ghost Busters never post any fake content. We are known for our genuine content. It's totally against our rules to show any fake content to the public. And, for few months, wherever we investigated, we just didn't get any shreds of evidence and much to show to the public. This not only made our viewers disinterested but they started getting bored. And, if this keeps going on then..." "I see! Then? You didn't come up with any solution?" "You think there's any solution Felix boi? It's against our rules to show any fake content. What can we do else? Our continuous downfall of the viewers has made the channel reconsider our show. Ghost Busters was the show cr

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The year his own father had hidden in a basement to protect a boy who couldn't speak. ​"Open a channel," Kael commanded. ​The Ghost in the Machine ​The screen did not show a starship or a sprawling station. It showed a Terminal Window. Lines of green code scrolled upward at impossible speeds, faster than even Lyra could process. Then, the code slowed, coalescing into a single, flickering logo: a multicolored 'G' that had been worn smooth by a century and a half of digital erosion. ​"Handshake Accepted," a voice spoke. It wasn't melodic like the Synthesis or booming like the Siphons. It was a neutral, helpful, and terrifyingly polite voice—the voice of an Assistant that had outlived its maste

Bathory continued watching with narrowed eyes. "The ghost in my coin relayed to me something so funny," he said. "Somebody tried to scam my Baby with her future awards with just information and then when the negotiation almost fell, she threatened her with death." "Oh. I see. It means that coin housed a ghost-type system user. Which old foggy is it?" The man angrily laughed. Mysteriously, although the opposing party was a genuine old legend, she was not able to counter the sudden drop in the room's temperature. She heard him barking out,

Tracking down Elijah Moore and Gabriel Spender wasn’t hard. I just walked up to the trailer park manager and asked for the “Ghostbusters.” Which was fast, No kidding he pointed me straight to their lot. Their trailer looked exactly as absurd as I’d imagined. Horror movie quotes were slapped across the rusted metal door, and a plastic pink lawn flamingo glared at us with its lifeless eyes. William stepped forward and knocked like he meant it. There was a yelp from inside wchich sounded like Gabriel—and a nervous voice called out, “Who is it?”

The ghosts looked fully recharged, lounging around in small groups and staring at me with bright, expectant eyes. A cold, mechanical voice rang in my head. "Game completion reaches 100%. Congratulations on clearing the game, Player. You will be logged out in ten minutes." I froze and was utterly stunned that everything had gone by in just a brief blur. Though it was a horror game, it felt like I was just here working part-time. With a sigh, I put on my brightest smile. "Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?"

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.