Novel & Cerita Ghost Story Series

I sent out the message, feeling my throat dry up instantly, I leaped from the bed, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and gulped it down with my eyes glued to my screen. The dots reappeared again. My eyes darted to the time, it's almost midnight and I should be asleep by now but ain't no way I'm going to bed without knowing what the hell is going on here. Ghost: You don't know what I'm talking about, or you are pretending not to know? Tell me what lies he told you about your best friend's death and then I might explain myself

With a heavy sigh, I open the door and get in. I reverse out of the driveway and stop, still feeling the eyes on me. I look up with a groan, tired of this weird feeling. My eyes travel to the top of the building, there is a lone window on the last floor. At first I don’t see anything, then I notice a flurry of movement then the curtains drop. I squint my eyes trying to see more, but everything is still and the window is closed.. I shudder a little, feeling weird. This pack is weird as fuck, I don’t know the hell staying here is going to work out when it has just been one day and I’m seeing ghosts.

“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.

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

Just poured himself a coffee, black and bitter, and leaned against the counter like the weight of the building could hold him steady. Ghost appeared like he always did, silent and sudden, leaning in the doorway with a cigarette burning low. His pale eyes cut across the room, landing on Rhett, steady and unblinking. “You didn’t sleep,” Ghost said. Not a question. A fact. Rhett took a swallow of coffee that burned all the way down. “Didn’t need to.”

Ryder would go insane if he heard this. With no second thought, Giveon morphed into his werewolf form, disappearing into the dark woods. Tomorrow, he will be returning to the pack to drop the big news. * "Get inside," Ghost ordered sternly, holding the door of his apartment open. Still, in tears, Ciara slowly walked in. She recalled waking up here weeks ago. Never had she thought she would be back here again. "Sergio–" Ghost began, with a hoarse voice, "Did he touch you? Did he fuck you?" He added, spelling it all out.

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.”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“Don—you’re Ledger. Follow money from Saudi contractors to shell foundations to the idiot nephew who just bought a five-million-dollar townhouse for ‘study abroad.’ I want the human hand at the end of every wire.” Don’s smile was paper-thin. “My favourite game.” “Will—you’re Hands. Talk to ambos, ED triage nurses, morgue techs, not the press office. You’re looking for sudden spikes—panic attacks with tachycardia, sensory overload events, deaths coded as undetermined. The pill’s on the street; the street always talks before the reports do.” Will rose. “I’ll pack gum.” “Stacey,” Jack said, “you’re Ghost. You go under.”

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.