Ghost X Quiet Novels & Stories

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

The tension he carried with him lingers for a moment longer, like a shadow refusing to disappear completely… until even that fades with distance. And then— it’s quiet. Not the kind filled with people holding back words. Not the kind weighed down by expectations. Just… quiet. When I glance around, the cemetery is nearly empty now. The last of the guests are gone, the distant murmur of voices replaced by nothing but the soft rustle of leaves and the faint sound of wind brushing past the rows of headstones. It’s just us. Gabriel. Me. And two of his men standing far enough to give space—but close enough to remain present.

screamed Ghost in the doorway to the office. A shot rang out. It echoed off the walls. Out of the corner of her eye, Amber watched Ghost drop to the concrete floor only feet away. A trail of crimson seeped out from around him, reaching towards Amber. She was frozen. Muted. Her brain not working. But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads.

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. I was just another name on her payroll.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

“That would be the first place my father would check when he bursts in here.” “Trust me,” Xavier smiled. Just then, the door burst open and Xavier pulled Rhea over to himself. Rhea was taken aback by the sudden pull and she held her breath as she rested her head on his breast. They could feel the presence of Ghost inside the room and with the blazing lights, Rhea wondered why Ghost had not yet seen them. They remained silent, under the red cover of darkness and as Ghost turned around, Xavier did the impossible, catching Rhea by surprise.