Ghost Teller Qtt Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“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.”

"The Howling Pit. Millbrook. Five wins, zero losses." Something shifted in his expression. "You're Luna Ghost? The one who beat Granite on your first night?" Word traveled fast in the underground circuit. "That's me." "Huh." He stepped aside, pulling open the door. "The Ring's been waiting for you. Promoters heard about the Ghost, wanted you here. You just made their night." Inside, the bar was a front. Beyond it, stairs led down into a basement that opened into a massive space that must have been carved out beneath multiple buildings.

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

“Relax. I don’t have cooties. And do I look like I’m going anywhere?” “Guess not. Can you even fit the earphones on over your bandages?” “I’ll work it out. Now scoot.” He seems to agree that we’re flirting with parental interest and withdraws, pocketing the money before he clears the curtain. I’m on an expensive meter here, in danger of the clock running out, so I fast-forward through the calls, sampling bits and pieces, listening for pauses in the high pitched squeal every time I hold my finger on the button to find the next call. Most of them are short. Tien placing orders with karaoke CD and beverage distributors. Some of these short business calls are conducted with code words for illici

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

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.

I said, my voice dangerously soft. Ghost shook his head snappily. " I mean I don’t want any part of this. Not for money, not for favors, not for anything." " You already know too much," Matteo said coldly, stepping near. Ghost flinched and turned white like he had lost all his blood in an accident. " Look, look," he said, hands up. " I’ll wipe everything. I’ll pretend I never saw this.Just — just let me go. Pay me off. I’ll vanish." He stopped and looked from one face to the next. “I don't charge much, you know me. 7k in dollars or another currency, I'll prefer Euros, no, Dollars would do.”

You accommodate nobody else. D That should be clear enough. The last sentence wasn’t necessary, but I inserted it to ensure there was no misunderstanding. There was no room for misinterpretation. I often wondered who the Ghost was. Every runner I used, I had their picture and their phone number. If they fucked me over, I’d be able to hunt them down. Except for the Ghost. That one kept tight security walls, scripted messages, and stuck to codenames. Right upfront the terms were established - no calls, no laundering for human traffickers or sex traders of any kind, no names, limit to three times per month with maximum amount ten million per month.

It was a small black cassette player and recorder. “What the hell? Who would send you an outdated gift?” Trina asked. “I don’t think the player itself is the gift. There’s a tape inside,” Jackie said. An uneasiness rose in her stomach. Her hand lifted like it was moving in wet sand. Jackie’s slim index finger came down and pressed the play button. There was silence at first, and then a deep automated voice spoke. “You’re not next you treacherous bitch. You’ll be one of the last. After you watch your whore sister and your puppy dog lover die.”