Ghost Spider Invitation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No? Okay, sorry snookums.” Kiara opened the invitation reading it from cover to cover. “No way…” She put her hand over her mouth, squealing and kicking her feet. It was an invitation to the biggest, most influential Charity Gala there was, Acts of Compassion. It was a two-in-one as well, it came as a masquerade party as well. “Hey! That hurts,” Maria whined as her daughter’s hyperactivity affected her ears. “Dad? Are you kidding? Is this a fake?” Kiara turned the letter over, trying to look for any evidence of a faux letter. But, no, instead there it was, the stamp of approval right at the bottom of the letter.

The invitation arrived in a sealed white envelope—thick, gold-embossed, the kind of luxury that spoke in subtle code. It bore no return address. Just her name. Avery Rodrigo. Handwritten. Elegant. She turned it over once, then twice, as if that might explain the suddenness of it. Inside was a simple card, inked with precise calligraphy: The Carmichael Estate cordially invites you to an intimate evening gathering to celebrate the success of the Solaris Green Project. Thursday at seven. Dress formal. Private guests only.

I opened it, my curiosity piqued. The letter contained an invitation to an exclusive event—a gathering of influential figures from the world of business, politics, and the arts. It was hosted by an enigmatic organization known as The Phoenix Society. The invitation intrigued me, but it also raised questions. How did they know about us? What was their agenda? Ethan and I discussed the invitation at length, weighing the risks and rewards. We understood that accepting it meant venturing into unknown territory, potentially exposing ourselves to new challenges and dangers. Yet, a sense of curiosity and the desire to embrace new opportunities compelled us to accept the invitation.

Chapter Four: The Gala and the Ghost The invitation arrived via courier the next morning, embossed in gold on heavy cream cardstock. Voss Holdings Annual Charity Gala – Metropolitan Museum of Art. Evelyn stared at it for a long moment where it sat on the marble kitchen island. Khalid had left before dawn again, his side of the bed cold and untouched. A single note scribbled on company stationery lay beside her coffee maker: *Busy week. See you tonight? – K*

"Please mail it here, to Mr Kirito Hiomi. He's a special guest" Ethan looked at the invitation Vivian sent him. It was a party for her album's huge success. "So, you do remember me?" He threw it away. While drinking, he looked at the invitation again and again. He kept the bottle aside and picked up the card. He looked at the invitation.

ADRIAN POV The invitation is still sitting in Adrian’s email inbox like a ticking bomb. He’d read it at least twenty times over the past two weeks. Phoenix Grand Opening, black tie event. December 15th, 7 PM. Kira had sent it to him personally, separate from the mass invite that probably went out to her entire contact list. And he still hadn’t responded or acknowledged it. Not because he didn’t want to go. He did. He’d promised her he would and promised the kids too.

My blood drips onto the parchment as I sit at my kitchen table, staring at the neat script across the thick paper. “You are cordially invited to the engagement celebration of Alpha Victor Blackthorn and Luna-elect Lara Blackthorn.” The words blur before my eyes. My stomach twists so violently that I have to put the invitation down before I tear it in half. I stare at the words in disbelief, pulling my cut finger between my lips. The party is tonight. Last minute. Deliberately so.

Before she could react, Philipp ordered his bodyguards to throw her out. "I'm terribly sorry," he said. "She never knows when to stop talking. Please accept my apology. Don't let her ruin your evening." I smiled politely. "It's fine." "You're too kind. Someone like her isn't worth your attention." He perked up. "By the way, our company has been developing a new material. I'd love to know if you'd be interested in investing." "Sure. We can discuss it later." Philipp's eyes lit up.

I had no idea but if I were to guess it was to keep uninvited guests from crashing the party. It was a gala hosted by Zachary Van Doren afterall, only the one percent of the one percent ever got an invite. “Yes sir. Starts at 7 this evening.” Her head bobbed with excitement like she was invited. Well technically she was. I always got an invite which covered myself and my plus one and wherever I went, my assistant went, it went without saying really. “Would the blacks be in attendance?” Her lips stretched in a wider smile.

The invitation came in the form of a single-line email. Wear something tight. No panties. 8 PM sharp. Penthouse address below. There was no signature. No “Mr. Grayson.” Just coordinates and control. And Sasha knew exactly what she was walking into. She should’ve been scared.