Ghost's Son Novels & Stories

One of the elders muttered under his breath, “It can’t be… he’s supposed to be dead.” “Ghost?” Lucian muttered beside me, his jaw tightening. “What the hell is going on?” Frances, looking completely lost, turned to my father. “Dad… what’s happening? Who is he?” Her voice shook as she tried to steady herself, but her eyes darted between my father and the man now revealed as Ghost. My father’s entire body trembled. His face went pale. He gripped the edge of the table like he needed it to stay standing. “No… no, this is not possible. Nikolas… you’re dead. I killed you.”

"So I have to thank you for leading my men right to him. I never would have guessed you’d hide him there." "You... you knew I was out..." The fugitive’s expression turned to one of ash and despair. "So... my wife chose my son. She gave me up to save him." The "Ghost" is finished, betrayed by the very family he claimed to be fighting for. But as Chloe stands in the dark room with her ex-fiancé, the sound of the locked door rattling echoes through the shack. Someone is outside, and they aren't using a key. When the door finally gives way, will it be the tactical team... or Xavier Grayson, coming to reclaim a wife he finds in the arms of another man?

Layla's POV Cameron stood at my window, his small hands pressed against the glass, watching the guards patrol the courtyard below. He'd been quiet all morning, too quiet for a boy who usually bounced off walls with energy. "Mama, why is everyone talking about the ghost boy?" I set down my teacup carefully, forcing my expression into something gentle. "What ghost boy, sweetheart?" "The one who looks like Papa." Cameron turned from the window, his blue eyes confused. "Sarah at the kitchens said Papa has another son. A ghost boy who came back from the dead with his dead mama."

“You’re overly emotional right now. You’re not thinking clearly.” “On the contrary,” he sneered, walking forward. “I’ve never been clearer. You’re right. You did do me a favor. All you’ve ever done is hold me back. And now you’ve set me free.” “Don’t do this. You’re my son.” “I’m not your son.” He pulled the trigger, reveling in the way his father crumpled to the ground. “I am Ghost.” *** After he killed his father, there was nothing left in him. He was more of a phantom that a human. A myth, a legend of the underworld. The mere idea of him struck terror into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals. No one would ever wrong him again.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

“Susan, this is William’s son? The father is heroic, but the son is a b*stard. How low he must’ve fallen, to the point he has a female ghost under his command. With this sort of trash, going to Caesar's tomb is equivalent to entering our own death!” Susan gently pursed her lips.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

Mrs Johnson quickly let go of Cassandra's grip and stared at her daughter with stunned eyes. Cassandra could see her mum's face suddenly turn white as a ghost, her face not leaving her daughter. "You mean you have seen Kate's son?" Her mother asked still in shock, her eyes not leaving Cassandra who nodded in affirmation. Mrs Johnson glanced at the door expecting whoever it was to walk into the house, "Where is he?" She asked as tears slowly appeared in her eyes. Cassandra looked down at the ground and back to her mother's face, she shook her head, "He isn't here with me mother but you have met him".

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.