Ghost Rider Real Name Novels & Stories

I'm sorry, Leng Dai Hiep, she said silently in her heart. "Very well, can you tell me what his real name is? You're his girlfriend, don't you even know his real name?" "Ah? Lanh Phong isn't his real name?" Lam Tu Han said surprised. Do Van Phi saw her doubtful, said: "Lanh Phong this person is possessed by ghosts, his personal information is empty, basically no one knows his true identity". "Really?" Lin Zihan was very surprised now, and his face showed a cult expression.

To the public, that’s exactly what he’d become, a wealthy heir turned successful businessman, respected in every boardroom he walked into. What almost no one knew, not even his own family, was the other identity he’d carefully built alongside all of that. In certain circles, people knew him only as Ghost, one of the most skilled hackers operating quietly outside the reach of law enforcement, doing work most people would never guess someone like him was capable of. When I arrived, I pressed the doorbell. The door unlocked almost immediately. I stepped inside and made my way to his private study. Nolan was seated at his desk, surrounded by three monitors glowing in the dim room.

Long, golden-hair guy was the first to see me. He knew my name just like the rest of the guys at Ethan’s workshop. Maybe it was time for me to get to know them too since it looked like my life was going to involve bimonthly visits to fix up my motorcycle. “Hey guys, it’s Jay the Ghost Rider,” he announced. I waved at him, a little shy. Ghost Rider became my nickname after my third visit to the workshop. Everytime I came, there was something awfully bad about my bike.

I fucking responded to him when he called my real surname, whereas all those times before I have met him, it has been always under the fake identity called John Williams. Thick beads of perspiration form over my forehead as I gape at him in horror. I force the saliva down my throat, which has been clogged there in fright, and shift my head to look at Max. He looks just as shocked as I am, giving me a hint of how big a blunder have I committed. But the question is, how the hell does he know my name? "What? Isn't that your name, Mr. Harris? Christopher Harris, if I say. A leading member of a Mafia gang called Cobra." He announces smugly and I blink a few times in astonishment, trying to regist

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

Elara's POV “What is your real name!“ I snapped. “Elara…” he tried to step closer again. “Don't,” I spat, beckoning to him not to move, which he obeyed. “If you ever feel bad about our child's death, then tell me your real name, Damian.“ It was silent for a while. His gaze looked like someone who was helpless. “Damian Stormrider.“ Stormrider, is it?

He really sounded pissed now. " Because you offered us a very generous amount of money. And we are always open to negotiations." The man said, his voice smooth. " 'Us'?" Damon asked. " Let's just say I am Shadow's associate. I handle the... physical aspect of our business." The man explained. I didn't like the sound of that. " What's your name?" Damon asked. " Ghost." The man replied. " That's not a real name." Damon countered. The man chuckled, like Damon just said something hilarious.

She said, looking at a guy. The guy is riding a Black big moto that I don’t know what Is it called, every girl that is in front of the gate started to give him away and some of them were squealing. The guy took off his helmet and got off his motor and looked at her at my car directly and started walking towards us. “Who---” “He is Chaos Spencer, a son of a well-known Business man just like you, and just like his name chaos is always following him.” Krishane said, still staring at the guy who stopped at the window near me and knocked.

“We are from the Drug Enforcement Agency, and we need you to accompany us to our office for questioning.” “Sure.” The man said as he entered the passenger’s seat of the vehicle, as the trio made for the DEA’s office. ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly wheeled her traveling bag into the hotel’s lounge, and made for the receptionist, who was standing behind the counter. She wore a blonde wig, sunglasses and a scarf around her neck which disguised her perfectly. Her new look was like that of a trophy wife. “Welcome to cherry’s hotels and suite. How may I help you?”

He tightened his grip. “No! Wait, no! I really am Vulcan, man. It’s a codename! Every member in the organization bears a codename taken from Ancient Roman religion. Look, my real name is boring ol’ Zac Zimmerman, okay? I’m not lying—this is the truth!” he cried out in tears.