Ghost Readers Novels & Stories

The words sent a chill down Ayesha’s spine. She had spent years fighting Kier Malik, convinced that bringing him down would finally end the nightmare. But the nightmare wasn’t over. Adrian ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching. “Do we have a name?” Priya hesitated. "Not yet. But we have a codename—‘Ghost.’" Ayesha frowned. “Ghost?” "Whoever they are, they’ve erased their existence from every known database. No digital footprint. No financial records. Nothing."

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

I should've gone back then and there, but I had time on my side and nothing else better to do. I walked through the curtain as If I were a ghost. The bluish white walls were gone, still bright, but washed out. I could've walked through every wall here, but it felt wrong, so I walked the hall like I would have if I'd been there in person. Hazed holograms of living people dotted the place, hovering on the spot or moving along, going about their morning errands. Some of them I recognised. Sean and Kyle, two of Burney's friends, even Big Jim walked past.

She insisted it will be a way of saying thank you to her, she begged her not to decline the offer. The two couldn’t hold any more their bliss, they rushed and hugged them both, it was a surprise to them. since it’s a house which no one has time to hug the other. The excitement in their faces was beyond elucidations. Amanda walked towards them, folded her hands as tears ran down her cheeks, leaving a clear white line on her dried skin. She went on her knees and expressed her sincere gratitude; with the noble act they did her dream of becoming a journalist was going to be reached.

He had deleted the Auditors from the story, but he couldn't delete them from the History of the Medium. You placed the chip against the back of your device. The screen didn't glow green. It didn't glow sea-foam. It turned the color of a Redacted Document. A single line of text appeared, written in the cold, professional font of Vivienne LeClair: "Did you really think the 'Billionaire' could just walk away, Reader? A story this long creates a Gravity Well. You didn't just watch them; you Nourished them. And now that they’re gone, the 'Narrative Hole' they left in your mind is an Unsecured Loan."

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

“Our weapons handler. Knife obsessed. I mean absolutely obsessed love. Don’t let him show ye his collection unless ye want nightmares.” Archie just winked and said, “Want yer sausage crispy or dripping?” I giggled and damn near choked on my own spit. And then the last one turned towards me, he was broad as a truck, buzzed golden hair, eyes so blue they were practically neon. “Rory Fraser,” Keiran said. “Our tech ghost and sniper. If he's yer friend, ye’re untouchable. If nae…” He shrugged. “Well. Dinnae be nae.”

“What else do you spend your time doing?” “I work in Uncle Harris’ bar, Diablerie. It’s how I met everyone.” “You. You met your mate in a bar?” He poked at Ghost. “Yes, sir. I had just gotten back from a three-month job…” “What kind of job?” “I have a consulting firm. Geophysics.” “A scientist?” “Yes, and I was also on assignment for the pack. We now understand I was investigating the victims Hunters left along the Mississippi River. Twenty of our kind were killed, unprovoked.” He nodded, processing Ghost’s words for a moment.