Ghost Stories Release Date Novels & Stories

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

She was positive no one other than she has been in the bathroom. Then, she glanced at the clock that showed the time; 7:30 am. “Not a ghost,” she whispered when she saw the light penetrating the room through the glass window. ‘I’ve never heard of a ghost that is not afraid of the sunlight yet,’ she thought. Jennet tiptoed away from the bathroom door. She went to the front door and left it slightly ajar; in case someone climbed down her bathroom through the ceiling, she could flee the room with ease.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Dangerous. She was still thinking about it when the message arrived at 9:47 PM. Ghost: Private session. One hour. I want to see you in something new. Aria’s stomach flipped. She sat on the edge of her bed, heart already beating faster. Aria: What do you want me to wear? Ghost: Crimson lace teddy. Sheer. The one with the deep V in front and open back. No bra. No panties underneath. Hair down. Lights low. Be ready in fifteen minutes.

Pullman listened. The date is February 4th, I’m speaking with Marsha Hamon. Marsha is 18 years old. She tells me there’s a ghost haunting her room. She claims no matter how she tries to make it leave, it won’t budge. He sticks to her like glue. Go ahead, Marsha. Well, it happened one night while I slept. I don’t know where it came from or how it got there. I just noticed it one-night staring at me.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Once night came, Rey couldn’t help but ask, “…Are you really sure that we’ll see the ghost tonight, brother Gerald…?” “Putting it simply, all ghosts instinctually feel the need to return to crime scenes involving them. Adding that to the fact that night is usually the most active time for ghosts, I’m pretty sure that the grudgeful ghost will make a return!” replied Gerald. With how confident Gerald sounded, Rey was inclined to believe that Gerald must be right. Seeing that Rey had asked, Gerald took his phone out to check the time… Apparently, it was already ten. Nodding as he slid his phone back into his pocket, Gerald then said, “Alright, let’s make our move!”