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The Millionaire Ghost

The Millionaire Ghost

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left
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The Surgeon's Ghost

The Surgeon's Ghost

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.
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The Ghost Husband’s Deal

The Ghost Husband’s Deal

"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."
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He Never Claimed Me

He Never Claimed Me

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.
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FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET

FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET

he said, squeezing my hand, “that Gwen Gonzalez has spent a lifetime being an expert in crisis. Maybe it’s time she became an expert in something completely, wonderfully useless. Like 18th-century whaling routes.” The idea was so absurd, so perfectly peaceful, that it filled me with a sudden, fierce joy. No stakes. No legacy. Just curiosity. “I’ll think about it,” I said, a real, easy smile spreading across my face. We walked back to the house in comfortable silence. The ghost of Salvatore Bianchi, of Agatha Brennan, of Alistair Finch, still lingered at the edges of my mind. They likely always would. But they were just that now—ghosts. They no longer held the power to shape my future.
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Ghosts of What We Had

Ghosts of What We Had

I said before ending the call without giving her a chance to speak. Then, I pulled up her contact to blacklist her number. When I checked WhatsApp, I found that she'd sent me dozens of messages. The first ones in the morning were questions about the wedding. When she later found out I was gone, she kept asking where I was. Just today alone, she sent me more texts than she had in the past month. After skimming through them, I blacklisted her number. Then, I set my phone aside and went back to sleep.
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Until The Last Day

Until The Last Day

“Don’t let it close again…Vincent, please!” He lunged forward, slashing through the chains. Sparks flew and shadows shrieked. Each chain he broke writhed back into smoke. The journal fell to the ground, its pages flapping open. The words glowed bright red, like flames: “She is mine.” Vincent roared as he tore the pages away, but every page he ripped turned into smoke and returned to the book. The ghost's voice echoed around him. “You can’t destroy what rewrites itself, fox. This book is her life. Every scream, every scar, every betrayal is written in ink that never fades. If you burn it…you burn her name.”
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REBIRTH OF MY GHOST GIRLFRIEND

REBIRTH OF MY GHOST GIRLFRIEND

“Now… should we go find you the perfect body? The earlier the better.” She nodded. “You are right. But what about what you were doing?” “That?” I waved it off. “I can continue later. Nothing important.” Lies but she didn’t need to know that. It was better for us to go out finding but dies than for us to be here and somehow get a glimpse of what I was writing, that will be a disaster. Because my story was still incomplete anyway. I still didn’t know who killed her. How she died. Why she remained a ghost. Why some bodies worked and some didn’t. Too many puzzle pieces are still missing.
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The Ghost of Lost Love

The Ghost of Lost Love

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.
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The Gift and the Ghoul

The Gift and the Ghoul

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.
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I can still feel that tingle when I first opened 'The Ghost Writer' — it was written by Philip Roth. The book introduces a young novelist, Nathan Zuckerman, who becomes entangled with the older, enigmatic writer E.I. Lonoff and a mysterious young woman named Amy Bellette. Roth used this setup to tinker with authorship, identity, and the messy overlap between life and fiction. He was fascinated by the way writers take on other people’s voices and how secrets and rumors shape reputations.

Roth drew inspiration from his own anxieties about being a writer and from the literary world he moved in: mentorship, envy, and the sometimes eerie intimacy between author and subject. There’s also that haunting thread about Amy Bellette — readers have long suspected she’s a stand-in for Anne Frank, an idea Roth toys with to explore memory and survival. All of that makes the novel feel both intimate and sly, and I always come away buzzing with questions about who gets to tell whose story.

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