Novel & Cerita Ghost Teller Naver Webtoon

While the family enjoyed a warm, happy evening in the bedroom, Nina lay beside the acupressure mat in the study, her body trembling. Before she fainted, she mumbled, "Once Daddy isn’t mad anymore, I can wake Mommy up… Mommy, please wait for me…" That night, as Patrick prepared to eat dinner, he suddenly asked, "How long has Nina been kneeling? Did she give in?" His secretary, Lily, hesitated before answering in a trembling voice, "Three hours… She fainted just now." "What?!" His spoon clattered to the floor as his expression changed. Before he could react, his phone rang urgently.

There’s too much noise in my head, too much I haven’t processed. One question keeps digging its way to the surface, one I already know the answer to but need to hear again. I look at Ghost, my voice quiet but firm. “What happened to Giovanni?” Ghost doesn’t even blink. “I already told you,” he says. “I killed him.” The words should feel like relief, but they don’t. I stare at him, waiting, because I know there’s more. The way he shifts slightly, the way his fingers twitch against his arm where they’re crossed—he’s holding something back.

I added, then rolled my eyes at him. I saw him grinning, and I felt my heart pound again. He really reminds me of the guy that I was kissing the other night in the club! He really looks like Braddy, especially when he smiles. "And you really think I'm joking? I'm telling the truth. Ghosts exist here in the province," he continued. I rolled my eyes again and just held my breath. "I don't care. I'm not afraid," I answered and then sighed. He didn't speak and just shrugged his shoulders to continue reading. A few minutes passed, and I looked at my watch again, which is why I stood up from my seat. Manang Gina entered just in time and immediately approached me.

“She should probably start with the stories Nana always loved to tell her. Those are the type that might be illegal.” “What the hell, Tate. Why are you out here ratting out Nana like that?” “Tell me,” I say, ignoring her fake annoyance with Tatum. “Everyone has heard of ghost wolves,” she starts with a sigh. “But no one ever talks about what they are, how they came to be.” “All I recall hearing was that they were wandering wolves who lost their mates.” I shrug and Tatum shakes her head. “No, they are a ghost of themselves because they never found their mates.” Tatum corrects me and I roll my eyes. “Our moms always argued about that bit when they would try to scare us with the stories.”

I was a bit surprised at that but I knew he had friends left over from his own Sire days before giving it all up. “Have you ever heard of Ghost?” Milo leaned back in his seat and I wanted to hit that grin off his face. “Ghost is a myth because in reality nobody can be that good, move unseen, unheard and strike so silently that his victims are killed with guards just outside their doors.” Ryder’s tone was low but he clearly didn’t believe that Ghost existed. He had been a hunter too and he used to be one of the best. “There have been enquiries about Ghost. Whoever made them wants to know if Ghost worked for the Unit.” Milo sounded as relaxed as only Milo could.

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“That's a lie, sweetheart—a big, fat one. I left you for good when I walked out that door months ago. Didn't look back, didn't want to. But then this... this Ghost shows up.” Ghost? He paused, his voice dropping to a hysterical pitch, almost manic, as if the memory itself was driving him crazy. “Ghost. That's what he calls himself,” he went on. “Some shadowy bastard who grabbed me in the dead of night, dragged me to this abandoned warehouse that smelled like rust and piss, tortured me, Maeve. Broke my fingers one by one with pliers, laughing the whole time like it was a joke. Threatened to carve my eyes out if I didn't listen. Nearly killed me, but he strung me up by my wrists until I blacke

She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped at nothing. "Nathan, if there's a next life, I won't betray you again…" The light of the sunset slowly faded, and the cell was swallowed by darkness once more. Through the haze, a voice seemed to whisper. "If there's a next life, I don't want to meet you again. Goodbye, Helena…"

"Most women, after being sold out by their own father, would have cried. Instead, you turned around and started negotiating percentages with a ghost." "That's because tears don't pay the bills." "See?" He smiled, his eyes growing deeper. "A woman like you. One second you're calculating profits, the next you're walking into a warehouse to record a confession for me." He pulled me sharply. I fell against him, one hand bracing on his chest, my nose almost touching his chin. He smelled faintly of cedar and whiskey. "Let's try this," he said, his voice low, a whisper against my ear. "You said it yourself. You have to test a ghost to know if you can trust him."