Ghost Of Reach Novels & Stories

Brianna says and goes back into her car. The couple walks towards the rolls Royce that was going to take them to the reception with Manuel bodyguard around them and reporters came asking questions on why the bride arrived late while Manuel’s bodyguards pushed them aside and the couple enters into the rolls Royce that would take them to the reception and as they both enters into the rolls Royce Evelyn wines up the car window and he looks into her husband face and said .

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

He has never backed out on a mission and he ain't to start now. Bored from the wait, Ghost let out a crazy yawn. With no second thought, he grabbed his phone again, almost texting Scar. Almost. Crazy but he was feeling impulsive now. It was like all he wanted to do now. Constantly ask about Ciara. A revving sound wafted into his ears, kicking in his adrenaline rush. It was the shipment. Had to be. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the double-decker car, slowly approaching them.

That’s something good, right? Driving seems to help calm my nerves. Tonight, I am going to end the life of the bastard that ruined my life. We finally have his location and I am going to be the one to get to him. As I arrive at the new location we are meeting, I exit the car to find Ghost leaning against the wall, smoking. His eyes meet mine and he nods slightly before he walks to me. “How’s everything inside?” I ask, and he shakes his head as he passes a hand over his face, and when his eyes meet mine, I understand what is going on.

This couldn’t be true, couldn’t be real. I had to be in a trance or something because I couldn’t be dead. Ghost promised to keep me safe and not let anything happen to me until we achieved our goal of vengeance. Speaking of Ghost, I quickly mind-linked her, but it didn’t work, and all I got was silence. This was strange. I knew she wasn’t the type to respond, but she always made a sound to let me know she was listening, but this time there was nothing but silence.

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

Silas reached out and touched Leo’s cheek. "Good shot," Silas whispered. "We need to go," Leo said, looking around. "He knows we are here. If he can control the room, he can control the whole villa." "No," the Ghost’s voice came over the speakers in the ceiling. "He can't. I’ve isolated his access. But he knows you survived. He’s launching a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" Adrian asked. "Look at the ocean," the Ghost said. They ran to the window. Down below, the stormy sea was churning. But cutting through the waves was a sleek, black speedboat. It wasn't coming toward the villa. It was leaving.

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

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!”