Ghost Revenge Novels & Stories

He calmed me down by patting my back and told me that everything will be okay now. "You did a good job." He said as he caressed my head. I started to calm down and get myself together. He helped me wash the blood from my hands. "She killed your mom.. this is the best revenge." He said and I nodded. He wiped my tears and smiled. He pulled me out from the toilet and gave me a towel to dry my hands. I saw Valerie's body got thrown into the fire and my dad dragged me away. I saw his man busy cleaning the blood stains on the ground and I sighed. I tried to calm mysef down when my dad gave me a new set of clothes.

He would not, he could not. Vanessa face immediately turns white her eyes totally white and her blonde hair totally white. "confitemini mihi" Vanessa said her voice lonely and her lips dried. " Who stole the signet ring?" Annabelle asks. She then falls unconscious, her blonde hair losing its black shade and her eyes returning back to its hazel shade. " We had one of the maids get the ring for us and then we slipped it into your belonging" Vanessa said. Her body dangles in the air for some few seconds before she falls, her eyes wide open, still white and vague, embracing loneliness.

She struggled herself and jumped on the bed. "I want you Angelo. I want you." She said and she asleep. I took a duvet and a pillow and spread it on the floor. I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I must have my revenge. I must get rid of the Marcellos. I must kill them all for what they've done to me." I said to myself. Tears kept falling down the side of my eyes again. "I have to take revenge for Luna. I have to make more money so I can bury her properly." I said to myself. I couldn't say a word. It felt as if I was choking.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

And for Gerald, it was a return to a world he thought he'd left behind. Tomorrow, the real work would begin. Tomorrow, they would start dismantling Xavier's empire piece by piece. Tomorrow, Victor Reis would remind New York why they used to fear his name. But tonight, as their cars wound through the city streets, they were just four people united by loyalty, revenge, and the promise of what was to come. The Ghost had returned to America. And soon, everyone would know it.

"I can’t let you know everything right now. But what I can say is that Matteo’s now not simply after a brand new wife. He’s after manipulation. Power. And you… you’re a liability now." The global felt love changed into spinning, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. "A liability? What the hell are you speaking about?" Luca sighed, his gaze softening barely. "You’re not just his ex-spouse, Gia. You’re the important thing to matters he wishes matters he’s inclined to do something to get. Trust me, it’s higher if you stay away from him and anything bullshit he’s stuck up in."

"Hmph. Those two old fossils don't like me, but now that I'm pregnant with Philip's pup, they have no choice but to help with our Marking Ceremony! "Once I become his mate, I'll make sure they regret everything." I frowned. I could not believe we were having our ceremonies on the same day. I sighed and stood up, ready to head into the hall early. I had no interest in running into ghosts from the past. Alas, fate was never kind that way. Just as I stepped out, I bumped into a drunken man. I tried to avoid him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Grace? Is that you?"

Violet gazed at the picture, gasping for air as a wave of icy recognition swept over her. The leader of the mercenaries, a terrifyingly famous person, had a personal connection to her father. An old enemy. A shadow from her father’s complicated, brutal life. A ghost returned to haunt her. The name, whispered by Silas, sent a fresh wave of ice through Violet’s veins, a terrifying understanding of the depth of the vengeance that now drove this formidable enemy. "Valerius Thorne," Silas stated, his voice low, solemn. "He swore revenge on your father, Violetta. For a perceived betrayal. For a contract gone wrong. He said he would take everything from him. And now… he’s here. For you."

He'd constructed an elaborate narrative where Aria was the villain and he was the victim. It was easier to hate her than to acknowledge what he'd almost done. It was easier to hunt her than to face the truth: that the only person who'd ever truly seen Ghost was Aria, and what she'd seen was the capacity for monstrousness that even he hadn't fully understood. Now, lying in this warehouse with his shattered arm and his missing eye and his infection-scarred side, Ghost was constructing his revenge on a woman who'd actually been his salvation. He'd shot at her during her wedding because he wanted her to understand that he existed. That his pain was real. That his hate was justified.

She had fled his office, tears streaming down her face, the white dress a mockery. She had stayed. She had worked. She had climbed the ladder, fueled by a bitter, toxic hope that one day, he would forget. One day, he would see that she was the only one left. But he hadn't forgotten. Present Day. Vanessa opened her eyes. She took a sip of the wine. It tasted sour. Five years. She had waited five years for the ghost to fade. And now, the ghost was back. Walking around in a tuxedo, stealing contracts, and looking at Liam with eyes that made him burn.