Novelas y relatos de Ghost Villains

With her reactions, one can easily tell that she is not used to taking hard substances. “I know your secret,” she said in whispers still gazing upon me. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. “What's my secret” “Your friend is Ghost and you are a man whore” she said giggling sheepishly. I wasbit subit surprisedsed Vicenzo looked an inch like the type of mafia Don you read in stories and movies. A very scary personality, tattooed body scars to add to his Lordship. Between the two of us, it would be very easy to conclude that he was a ghost since I have never made myself known to everyone.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

Watching Haunters with a bunch of ghosts turned out to be way funnier than I would’ve ever expected. The actors— sorry, the investigators were all way younger than in the clip I’d watched, closer to One Direction than to U2. This was their first season, and they were all pure fire and testosterone, seeking out any chance of action, craving visibility. Over the forty-minute episode, they went up and down the Manor, calling out the evil spirits that had taken it over, seeing dark shadows and being touched by invisible hands, while bangs, knocks and creaking doors echoed all around them.

I take a deep breath and open the door, and step out into the hallway. I walk through and make my way to the dining hall. I pass pictures of the girls, both past and present. I stop looking at one in particular. The legend that was Ghost. Alessa Valentino. She is standing next to my grandma and a woman with baby pink curly hair, Candy. My grandma was younger back then. Ghost was a legend. She was found days after her parents were killed by the Bratva. Her aunty was the OG founder of the Mother’s Revenge, but as usual, not everything was as it seemed.

--- But shadows have a way of creeping back, no matter how tightly one clings to the light. It began with whispers—rumors of a man moving in the dark, rallying remnants of Lorenzo’s old allies, gathering power in secret. Some called him Il Fantasma, the Ghost. Others claimed it was Lorenzo’s blood kin, a cousin who had escaped Dante’s purge and now sought vengeance. Whoever he was, his presence grew like a cancer, threatening the fragile order Dante was building. At first, Dante dismissed it as paranoia, but then came the attacks. A shipment intercepted on the coast. A loyal capo found dead in his car, his throat slit. A safehouse burned to the ground. Each strike was precise, calculated, de

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

The chair squealed when she sat, and she startled, laughed at herself, and then didn’t, because the laugh felt like a bird hitting a window. She pulled up Venom’s live transponder on the internal screen. A blue dot trudged the perimeter. A second dot—Blade—hovered near the south gate. Ghost was a phantom until he wanted not to be, but his devices left polite footprints when you knew how to read the snow. Velia found one of his little ghosts sleeping in the network, smiled, and left it a digital candy. It stole it and left her a middle finger in return. “I see you,” she whispered to the screen, and it comforted her to be seen back, however rudely.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

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.