Ghost Of Hollywood の小説・ストーリー

he complimented as he placed the cup down on the saucer. "Thank you for the compliment," Hue responded. Horan left the forest villa and returned to the Immigration Hall. As soon as he arrived, a Grim Reaper approached him with a woman dangling motionlessly on its shoulder. Horan glanced at the woman on the reaper's shoulder, "Is she the lost human from the Forbidden Forest?" "Yes," the black-hooded reaper responded. "What happened to her? Why is she not moving?" he asked again. He was worried that the reaper brought a corpse back from the Forbidden Forest because if that happened, he would have a lot to explain to Queen Reality.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

He almost whispered. The werewolf suddenly realized his grave error. “Please forgive me—” “You failure!” Ghost snarled and flicked his hand. A curved, shiny and metal instrument of death flew out of his hand and straight into the werewolf’s neck with a wet chunk. Watery choke sounds filled the room, acting as a gruesome background music to Ghost’s toe-curling voice as he yelled to the guards standing in the shadows. “Spread the word far and wide, Rhea Damon is now at the top of my wanted list. Anyone who brings her back to me, dead or alive will receive my honored reward!”

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

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."

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Aria stayed frozen by the window long after the car disappeared, her new expensive heels lying forgotten on the floor. Ghost wasn’t just watching her online anymore. He was here. In her city. In her life. And she had no idea how deep his eyes had already gone.

Just Jason and Leah left with the silence and the truth they’d been avoiding all through the ceremony. The drive to the secure medical facility was wordless. Jason’s hands gripped the wheel too tightly, and Leah stared out the window, her reflection superimposed on the endless stretch of road. When they finally pulled into the underground lot, the air felt colder, heavier. Ghost was waiting for them. Not the man who had once been their shield, their shadow. Just his body, stretched out on a hospital bed, unmoving. Machines hummed, steady and mechanical, as if mocking the fierce, unpredictable life he once carried in his fists and in his silence.