Ghost X Quiet Novels & Stories

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

I wanted to take it with me, to bury these ridiculous seven years for good. The office was pitch-dark, except for the light still on in the CEO's office. Wanting to say a final goodbye to Chelsea, I walked up to the door and reached for the handle. That was when I heard her voice, trembling with tears and something indistinct underneath. "Donald, don't. We can't do this…" My hand froze in midair.

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

Steven starts laughing loud as I press end and look like I want to puke. Fucking nasty bitches. "dude a fucking machine that is gross",he laughs as I gag. "the mental image makes me want to throw up",I groan as Alexis rubs my back and kisses my chin. She hugs me tight as I stand there feeling gross. "we couldn't trace it my guy said it was far from here so they must be hours away. The cops are looking but if they have any houses in other names we wouldn't know and apparently the cops don't know either",Scott mumbles as he looks at his laptop. He goes back to typing and Alexis sits on his lap kissing him softly. He grins at her and pushes the laptop away hugging her.

The sounds blurred into silence. It was just them. Two ghosts staring a cross a road. Their eyes locked. Hers filled with shock, his with something unreadable. Regret?.... Longing?..... Or something darker? He didn't smile. He didn't move. And Alessia couldn't look away...

It had been a good idea to sneak around the side of the house the way we had, making a run for the gate when Alexander and Darlene had their back turned, the brief flashes of lightning tearing through the black sky above only serves to illuminate the shrub-covered path. Ghost sighed heavily, and the car was filled with tense silence only broken by our ragged breathing and clips of thunder that blinded me with every fluorescent flash. “Say, isn't Laura Diego your woman Frederick?” Ghost whispered abruptly and I gave a jerky start, inhaling sharply and risking a look beside me to find that the man was sweating., the pale cast of the moon on his face made him appear ghostly. “What’s that got to

Ghost hardly felt it. I laughed. Loud. Full. Echo bouncing off the high ceiling. “You,” I said to the boy, “will suffer for the pain your mother caused me.” Ghost didn’t laugh. He never does. He crossed the room and set the boy on a chair. He kept a hand on the boy’s shoulder until I stepped close. “Delivery complete,” Ghost said. His tone was flat, like he was reading a receipt. “Alive. Quiet. Unseen.” I nodded, eyes still on the child. “Perfect.”

**********************Ghosts in My Skin. The silence wasn’t just silence anymore—it had weight now. A presence. It pressed in from all sides, thick and heavy, like the house itself was holding its breath. I could almost feel it—this quiet tension slithering through the walls, curling in the corners, watching. Not with eyes, but with something colder. Smarter. It wasn’t just quiet. It was waiting. And every breath I managed to take felt like something I had to steal—like I no longer had the right to it. Like the air wasn’t mine anymore, and maybe it hadn’t been for a while.

The tension that had held his shoulders rigid all day seemed to ease the second she touched him. "Marcus says the ghost channel went dark after Geneva received the packet," Selah said quietly, looking out at the rain-slicked street. "They didn't try to trace us back." "They don't need to," Xavier replied, his voice a low, heavy rumble. "They know exactly where we are. Sending that ping was telling them we aren't afraid of a fight." He turned slightly, placing his hand gently on the side of her neck, his thumb resting against her jaw. His dark eyes searched her face with an intensity that had nothing to do with corporate wars or global syndicates.