Ghost Revenge Novels & Stories

“Please, Mark. I am sorry. I need you to talk to me. It feels suffocating dealing with your silence. Please, talk to me. Tell me if I need to go or stay. I can’t keep up with this uncertainty of when you might lose your calm. I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you. My hands were just tied.” “Is that so? Davina, you had all the time in the world to come out with the actual truth. Still, you kept it to yourself refusing to open up. How am I supposed to trust you as a person? I harbored you in my home. If you think your beauty is the reason I am so blinded, you are mistaken. I might as well tell you the truth. You look too much like my mother and I can’t help seeing her whenever I look at y

He barely remembered how he got home. “Mm... morning,” he mumbled, shifting on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes, but it was no use. Celine crept back into his thoughts uninvited. That woman from the restaurant still haunted him—her scent, her walk, the way she turned around. His chest tightened. Celine's memorial had been just a few days ago. He didn’t attend. His mother had been furious.Now the guilt was crawling under his skin like worms. “A fresh story for the tabloids,” he muttered bitterly, sitting up straighter and pressing his palm to his forehead.

I used to want to be the same but in truth, I have a softness that Harmon will never be able to achieve. “I’ve heard of you, the killer without a conscience and that you love the feel of blood on your hands so much that it turns you on.” Harmon is describing the person I was before I met the missing part of myself, now that I have Gideon, I know the life I was living before was just a loud cry for help. “What will happen when you get my blood on your hands? Think it will be some big-ass thrill? Will you fuck the pale one right here in a pool of my blood?” Ghost growls as Harmon continues to taunt me; she’s trying to rile me up but the only person she’s pissing off is my glow-in-the-dark prot

“So what happens next?” I turned from the window. “We wait. We let her feed us, dress us, love us. And when she believes it’s all over—when her guard finally drops—we remind her why ghosts never stay buried.” She grinned. “Mom and Dad will finally get their revenge.” I smiled back, low and cold. “Yes. And this time, we’ll make sure she bleeds for real.”

I moaned and my legs shook violently as I pulled my dick off her and splashed my nut onto the wall. “That was good,” she commented, licking her lip. I winked at her and strode to the bed to lay, not going to lie, that sex was good though. I threw myself on the bed and picked up my phone. Lisa came to lay down beside me as I scrolled through my contact list, I found her number, it was the first on the list because it hadn't been long I called her. I deleted the number and smiled to myself. I scrolled up some more and Grace's number stared at me in the face, a sudden guilt overwhelmed me remembering what I had done to her.

I asked, curious to know why he took her. Ghost hesitated for a while before clearing his throat. “Her father owes me so much money.” He said, lighting up a cigarette. “And I want my money back.” I couldn’t hold back a scoff. “You didn’t think to talk to me about it? Instead, you almost got her killed and kidnapped her on her birthday.” Ghost laughed. “Coming from someone who murdered her parents?” He asked rhetorically. “I didn’t think you would want to spend so much money in exchange for her freedom.”

Below, Serena forces herself to dance, to play the role of the dutiful bride. Damien beams with the arrogance of a man who thinks he has claimed the world. But only I see the truth. The cracks in her armor. The shadow in her eyes. And only I know that the true wedding gift tonight is not Damien’s ring, nor his promises, nor his kiss. It is the terror I have given her the knowledge that I am alive, that I am watching, and that I am coming. The ghost has returned. And this time, fire will not be enough to stop me.

“That’s right, Martin. I did it for Mom’s own good. “Don’t you think she’s been acting like a completely different person since she suddenly came back to life? “Situations like this usually mean she needs a man, or, like Rose, she’s just jealous of my good fortune, and so she’s deliberately targeting me. “If it really comes to it, we should just send Mom to a psychiatric hospital.” At that point, I could no longer endure it and violently overturned the coffee table. Everything on it clattered to the floor. Water spilled everywhere as all three of them sprang to their feet, faces filled with terror. I was just about to slap Penny across the face when she suddenly thrust out her stomach and sc

It was a jagged, hollow sound of pure, unadulterated venom. "Oh Caleb, you want to resurrect the wallflower Evelyn?" she hissed, the warmth in her eyes evaporating into cold, blue fire. "I'm afraid but I was taught that you cannot resurrect what is dead, can you?" She stood up, the softness gone, replaced by a terrifying, cold efficiency. She grabbed a pair of six-inch heels and dropped them at my feet with a heavy thud. "Stand up, Antonella," she sneered. "The Ghost is buried. It's time to show my brother his prize."

And whether people admitted it or not, that was a comparison Hunter could never really win. And perhaps that’s part of the reason Hunter hates him so much. Because even though Elijah is never really here, somehow... he still is. You can compete with someone standing in front of you. You can argue with them, prove them wrong, or beat them. But how are you supposed to compete with a ghost? One everyone seems determined to remember a little too fondly. “Whatever,” Finn sighs, pulling me out of the spiral of my thoughts. “I’m just glad you’re done with Morgons. Their twisted little family circus has nothing to do with you anymore.”