Ghost Readers Novels & Stories

I noticed his eyes lingering on me just a bit longer when we were teenagers, and I was hyper-aware of every stolen glance afterward. He was shifting on his feet, and I sighed, stopping the harassment, “Do we at the very least know the true identity of the rogues from last night?” Finn breathed a sigh of relief, “That, I have an answer for,” he walked over to his desk, snatching up a paper from the surface, “Archie Green and Jack Carson. They have no known association with any of the surrounding packs, and as far as I can tell, they’re ghosts.” “Shit,” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. “Fucking untraceable.”

Just chicken, vegetables, bread—simple, elegant, prepared by their longtime cook who'd always been kind to Ravyn and who she was reasonably certain wouldn't be complicit in anything nefarious. She ate mechanically, fueling her body for the work ahead, while her mind was already shifting gears. Transitioning from Ravyn Hawkins—ex-convict, new employee, dutiful daughter—to Whisper119, ghost hacker, digital phantom, one of the most sought-after and successful black hat operators in the underground community.

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

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“Bro?” “Yes?” “What about our car? What if it gets stolen?” “By who?” Casey laughs, “a ghost?” she sarcastically remarks. “Do not worry about that. I got Ghost on standby.” “Who is the ghost?” Says Casey with curiosity. “It is someone who has access to the universe!” “Oh,” says Casey, confused, “do you mean like a black hat hacker?” Surprised, Joshua looks over at Tiffany, “what do you know about hackers?” “Nothing. I just heard about them on the news. Some people are being called anonymous.”

NATHANIEL** The blue light of the monitors reflected in my eyes, casting flickering shadows against the mahogany walls of my study. It was 4:00 AM, and the rest of the world was draped in the soft, deceptive silence of sleep. But I was wide awake, hunting a ghost. My fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating through layers of encrypted traffic that even the most seasoned forensic analysts would find impenetrable. I wasn't just looking for a name; I was looking for a shadow.

I said. I hadn't planned to say it. It arrived the way things arrived when I was tired enough — without permission, without the usual processing, just the plain fact of it stated into the room. I don't know who I am. Not Ghost — Ghost was closed, declared deceased, a case file marked concluded in a precinct on the east side of Lawson City. Not the cover — Chris Lee, documents assembled from fragments, a tool for moving through the world invisibly. Not the assassin — that was a function, not an identity, and functions without a context were just unused capacity.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.