Ghost Teller Novels & Stories

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

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.

The dirt-digging wizards never reveal his trick. “She didn’t die in a boat accident; she died in an accident in a boat. Asphyxia by strangulation.” His eyes were laser-focused on the road. “Call Rain.” I dialed Rain’s number on his phone and put it on speaker. “Hey, big boy,” Rain’s sultry voice emitted from his phone. I cringe, but Ghost didn’t seem bothered by that pet name. “You’re on speaker, babe. We are gonna visit Benny’s therapist.” “Ah, bonjour, lover boy,” Rain teased.

Shadow was still in the midst of creating something. “Because of the warning.” Nathan’s body eased up. It was at the end of the report but he was still alarmed. He couldn’t put his guard down until the end of the report. “Whoever dares to gaze at the Abandoned Estate will be eaten by the Ghost Eater,” Ibrahim concluded. Ghost Eater was the legend who killed the intruder of the estate and cut it into pieces before tossing them to the front gate. They called the executor a Ghost Eater.

“Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?” The same lip that twitched upward now curled in the echo of a snarl. Now that Ghost had earned himself a spot on her shit list, which from personal experience was not somewhere one wanted to be, she set her sights once more on me. “It was my idea to tell the press you were at a Swedish boarding school. Given your past behavior it was more than believable. Clever, no?” The jab from Ghost must’ve left her feeling particularly cruel because she chuckled. “How’s your stomach, squealer?”

“Tell them you have seen them, you have heard their message. Then ask them to leave.” She shook her head wildly. “I told you, they’re not like other ghosts, it won’t work.” “It will. They may be death omens, but they’re still just ghosts. They’re here to deliver a message, and they’ll keep haunting you until you tell them you’ve got it.” “Okay,” she said, biting her lip so hard that she drew blood.

“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.”

Something wrong was going to happen. The Cafe, Countryside Narrator's PoV Emily stared as the old man made his way out of the Cafe. "He's a ghost", she said. "Really?" , Aubrey asked. "She doesn't know anything about ghosts", Jordan chuckled. "I do. I helped you banish a ghost", she pointed out. "In the form of a doll". Her phone started to ring. She looked around. "I'll be right back", she said. She picked the phone up. "I'm Joe Wolford's laywer"

I growled so hard that the foundation of the building shook. Fear glowed in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the office. What nonsense. Exhaling sharply, I marched toward the door, excited and nervous to meet Zara. My phone rang, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I pulled it out and saw that it was Ghost calling. “Ghost, is there any problem? I’m coming to the room now,” I muttered. “We are not in the pack. We are at the police station,” Ghost said.

"Please calm down Cilia, and-!" "Don't you dare tell me to calm down! Don't tell me such fucking shit! Don't ... Don't... Don't you dare... I don't want to hear that nonsense shit from you ever again in my life! NEVER…!!!" "I understand exactly how you feel, and I'm sorry..! "Fuck you! Fuck your shitting shit of sorry, you fucking ass hole! Heartless ghost! Why didn't you go somewhere else, why didn't you go fuck and impregnate someone else instead of me?! Fuck you!! Fuck you ass hole!!"