Novel & Cerita Ghost X Quiet

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

“Try your luck at Silver Forest. Your welcome drink will be your own blood. Grandpa hasn’t put away his sword yet.” Cassian lifted his brow, but before he could speak... “Can you both keep it down a notch?” Gavin’s voice cut through the tension as he strode into the living room, urgency written all over his face. “Little wolves can hear you arguing.” The reminder hit me instantly. Esme’s and Mila’s senses were far sharper than human children’s. I lowered my voice immediately. “You’re right.” I stepped closer to Cassian, lowering my tone to a whisper meant only for him.

The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy. I froze out there till morning. She never came. Five years gone to voicemail. Five years spent waiting for her to mean it. In the end, I was just background noise. 'Sonia Quindt, I'm done waiting.' *** That night, I didn't go home. Just dragged my half-frozen body two hours through slush to the nearest hotel. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Next morning, I showed up at Quindt Corp early—to quit. Sonia built the place.

Bleeding. SILENCE

The kind that made you question your choices and balance. Each step creaked louder than the last, the air tightening with each second of no notifications. My phone sat in my hand, cold and mocking. I murmured, “You don’t ghost someone who loves you. You just don’t.” Macey looked back. “Maybe he’s trying to learn how to breathe without you.” I glared. “That’s not funny.” She shrugged. “You’re not dying.” “I feel like I am,” I muttered. We reached the top floor. It was black. No sound. Just me, Macey, and the weird thump of my heart going too fast.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

"Uncle Adam, let me introduce myself again." I took a file from Alfie's hand and lightly slapped it against Uncle Adam's pale face. "I'm the chief auditor sent by the HQ, codename Grim Reaper. You were asking earlier what I could do? Well, this is my answer, Uncle Adam."

It was a survival mechanism disguised as affection. The room fell silent. Grey walked over to the minibar, his movements fluid and perfectly composed as he poured a drink. I watched him. He looked so calm. It was disturbing. He was sipping whiskey like he hadn't just ended a life ten minutes ago. "Do you still want those tacos?" he asked, not turning around. "We could go now, before it gets too dark..." "No," I snapped, turning toward the bedroom. "I’m going to sleep."

Like the world hadn’t trained her to shrink yet, even if it had tried. She looked tired. Not weak. That was the difference. I told myself to finish filling the tank and leave. I had no reason to be standing in a gas station ten minutes out of my way except that the road had gone quiet in my head and I didn’t like that feeling. Quiet made room for memories. Quiet made space for ghosts. She glanced at me then. Not startled. Just aware. Dark eyes. Sharp. The kind that had learned to read rooms fast and trust slowly. The kind that had been disappointed too many times to bother pretending otherwise.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”