Novel & Cerita Ghost's Son

Ghost: Took you long enough. Me: I’m in a hospital. Someone tried to kill me last night. I don’t have time for attitude. Ghost: Fair. What do you need? My heart thumped hard as I typed. Me: You said my protector isn’t who I think. Who exactly were you talking about? Ghost: Your father. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold wave shoot through me. Me: Why him? Ghost: Because he’s hiding a lot more than you realize. Me: Like what?

"I’m with the Resistance. Your mother sent a signal before the submarine blew." "Who are you?" Bryan asked, stepping in front of me. "Names don't matter anymore," the man said. "But you can call me Ghost. I was your father’s head of security before I realized he was a monster. Now, I’m the only one who knows how to get into the White House without being turned into a puppet." We climbed into the boat. Ghost hit a switch, and the boat dived beneath the surface. It was a mini-sub. We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

Their eighth year's old daughter heard the cry and rushed into the room to meet her father wailing like a child, which was strange and bewildering. Her eyes narrowed in suspiciousness before she asked, "What is wrong with mummy?" Seeing the daze on his daughter's face, "Baby… I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me…" he cried trying to explain what happened. Disappointed, confused and scared, she ran away from him. The father went after in a bit to caught her before she hurt herself. On the stairs, she missed a step and fell to her death. "My God!" Pastor Silas blunted out.

"He's the son of—" “Exactly!” Even though I hadn't finished what to say, that's what Jerrkho immediately took out of his mouth, that young man was really Clark's son. "Arrogant, relying on the young man. Obviously a weak shit leader hahaha." I said then my hair was wiped, when I turned to my right I saw a ghost. Is that a ghost or a demon?! "Zachary?!" I said then I looked carefully in the direction of that person, he turned his back on me not far away. With so many people in front of me, I lost sight of him.

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.”

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

Ethan grabbed his father’s arm. “We’re not leaving you again.” Richard gave him a proud smile. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.” Then, from the darkness behind the attackers, another voice rang out. Cold. Commanding. Unmistakably familiar. “Kill Richard Blackwood.” Everyone froze. Marcus slowly turned toward the approaching figures. Standing at the center of the armed team… With Margaret beside him in handcuffs… Was Samuel Reid. The Ghost. He raised his pistol and pointed it directly at Richard. “I wish there had been another way.”

Grayson opened his eyes. The fog had thinned. He no longer stood among graves. Instead, he found himself beside a narrow stream cutting through black stone. The water looked strangely clear. Too clear. He knelt. His reflection stared back. Then it smiled. Grayson immediately stepped away. His own face continued smiling inside the water. "You've always chased ghosts." The voice belonged to him. Yet it wasn't. "You failed your mother." The reflection's silver eyes darkened. "You failed Savannah." "You failed Noah."

Impatiently, one of them spoke up, "When are we going to make our move? I'm eager to get rid of Ghost." Noah was intrigued and asked, "Who is Ghost?" With a serious expression, Marcus responded, "He's a man, and I must say, he's responsible for creating a dangerous replica of you. It seems he's from your bloodline, which is quite shameful." Noah nodded, looking more confused than ever. Annoyed, Marcus clarified, "I mean your father."