Ghost Revenge Novels & Stories

“Killing Damon would be difficult—even with Anna’s death, he’s still impregnable. My target is someone else he loves and adores.” Rose and Victor exchanged a quick glance, confusion flickering between them, unsure of who Scarlett meant. Sensing their uncertainty, Scarlett leaned back in her chair, a predatory glint in her vicious blue eyes. “My target is Damon’s sister,” she declared, “The one they call Ghost.” Rose’s expression remained neutral, her face a mask of calm calculation. She didn’t flinch, didn’t react—only watched Scarlett with a quiet intensity. After a beat, she spoke, “What do you need me to do, and how much are we talking about here?”

Cole replied. 'yeah,I know lemme put a call through the manager and inform him' Leonard said. ******* Tracy tossed, ruffles her hair in an ecstatic manner ,waiting anxiously for her mini laptop to load the profile of whom she had just searched for. The pain of having your only family murdered is more than a scar in the skin. She had promised to get revenge for Emily so she had carried out a research on the assassin which she's yet to discover who he's. Her brow rose skeptically as she zoomed the picture her research had provided.

Took her from behind, my palm wrapped around her throat as she gasped my name again and again. But it didn’t matter. My anger pounded through her skin. My grief slammed into every thrust. My hands bruised her thighs. Her body shook beneath mine, a vessel for rage I couldn't speak. And when I finished, it wasn’t a release. It was a war cry into her neck. I sat up. Sweat. Blood. Silence. “But I still didn’t feel whole. Not without her.” Valentino handed me a glass of scotch. “Welcome back, Vit.” I downed it in one go. Then I said, “Get dressed. We’re hunting a fucking ghost.”

Everything I’ve known all these while were all lies. I took a shaky step back, my body barely holding me up. “No…” I whispered. “And.. that prenup you signed?” She threw in casually “was actually a surrogacy form!” Her smile widened. My head spun aggressively.. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Vivianne tilted her head, watching me like I was entertainment. “You see,” she continued casually, “Adrian loves me. Very much.” Her fingers brushed his arm possessively.

I need to get back to the office. She clung to his arm,refusing to let go. He had been so absorbed in work these past days that he not only ignored my disappearance but was also avoiding Annabel.So many years wasted on the wrong man. I have had so many dreams and aspirations,but all those dreams died with me. People always say that after death,one becomes a vengeful spirit,seeking vengeance but clearly,that's just a lie.I felt like I was trapped in an invincible barrier,unable to do anything.

“You need to get her to introduce you to him because I have no record of her having a brother. She is a ghost, Seth. I have met people who have tried to hide who they were, but none of them were this good. Even her fingerprints have no hits. She is very good. And that’s not a good thing.” I knew that. I also knew Ivy had triggered Celeste to say something about releasing revenge p**n on other women. She looked shocked when I said I didn’t know what Celeste was talking about. It was like she expected me to know what Celeste was talking about. I tried asking Celeste who she released revenge p**n on, and she told me it was a girl from college named Rebecca. When we looked into the woman, we dis

The minister stares at me in disgust and waves me off. I immediately school my face into neutrality, pick up my phone, and leave. As we step out, I drop the cigarette on the floor and step on it, killing its embers. Giovanni walks by my side in silence. As soon as we are back in my room, I pull out my phone and hand it to him. "Get me a clone as soon as we get back." Giovanni nods and turns to leave. He stops in his tracks and turns. "You know that smile you do when you want people to think that you're the maniac they all fear?"

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

Uncle is looking at him with huge eyes, fear controlling his face. With one swipe of his finger, the bullets attack him. I shriek, jumping on my feet. All the bullets hit him in his head, chest. The blood sputters around. My wide gaze rests on him. Louis smirks looking down at his work, "Vengeance is completed." His voice is a soft whisper in the war. "H... he s a ghost. Don't har... m us." My father's shaking arms curl around me. My knees hit the ground as my own body feels heavier. I can't stand on my feet. I try to focus on him.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”