Novel & Cerita Ghostbusters Who Ya Gonna Call

Pamela, my classmate, asked me. They glared at my phone. Why do I even feel nervous when they don't even know that this is Gage Stockholm who's calling me? Shit, just stay calm Tate. Don't act weird, they know you sat next to Gage and Peter at the train a while ago. Gage calling... Damn it. I answered his call and placed my phone next to my ear. They began to look away and started gushing about Gage Stockholm and Peter Payton again. "Why did you cancel my call a while ago?" Gage asks.

👶👶👶👶👶 I'm packing to go home when I receive a call from Ren. That's weird. A call from Ren? I quickly pick up. " You need to get here NOW!!! " 😶😶😶😶

I peeped on the phone to see if he was really the same guy calling, and yes it was him calling. I gathered my bravely and then i answered the call . "Sup genius, you miss me?" Ye started yelling but his voice sounded exactly like there was no way i could differentiate his voice and mine and i did not answer the call because my was not ready to come out. "As long as i am you, you can't get away from me ,I'm your faithful partner and that's why I'm on your back following you everywhere you go" he said but still i didn't reply instead i took the phone and smashed it down because i knew i had another one.

She snapped, irritated. "Hedley Hart, are you mute now?" "County Clerk's Office." Silence. Then that tiny gasp—like she just remembered her own promise. The deal: after ninety-nine rejections, she'd show up for the hundredth. Say yes. Instead, she'd gone to a concert with Pierre. "I... wait for me. I'll drive over." Click. End call. I canceled the ride. Not out of hope though. Snow started falling—hard and fast.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

It was a call from an unknown number. Joseph answered the call, and a distorted robotic voice came through the speaker. The caller was using a voice changer. The caller began, "Hey, I've heard you've been looking for me." Joseph asked, "Are you a person or a ghost?" The caller replied, "You've offended me. Do exactly as I say, and I'll leave you a way out. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead." Joseph frowned, wanting to end the call. Just then, an idea struck him. He said, "Yara, why are you trying to play mysterious? I think you should change your name. You should call yourself Bitch Zahn instead. It's a combination of your parents' names."

“Bernard made another post.” Elena’s attention snapped toward him instantly. Nico gave a small shake of his head. “He isn’t looking for Ghost.” He paused. “Well…not the real Ghost.” His eyes scanned farther down the page. “He’s offering a hell of a lot of money for the person he thinks is Ghost.” He looked up. “Viktor.” Then Nico clicked another link. His jaw tightened. “Dammit.” He clicked it again. “It won’t let me in.”

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

"State your business." "I need a meeting with Ghost." "Who's asking?" "Elena Hart." A pause. The longest pause of my life. "The Hart girl." The voice almost sounded amused. "We've been expecting your call." "Then you know why I'm reaching out." "Mira Black." The voice didn't ask. It stated. "She's been a ghost longer than Ghost has. Hard to find. Harder to catch." "Can you help us?" "Ghost can help anyone. For a price."

"That's what the AI called me." "But this is dated 1950," Marcus said. "You weren't born." "Exactly," Jack stood up, clutching the file. The mystery of his lineage just got deeper, and darker. "I wasn't born. But someone else was." "Jack," Ben’s voice crackled over the comms. "We have a problem. A big one. Sensors just picked up movement in Sector 7." "Rats?" "No," Ben said. "Ghosts. Thermal signatures that don't exist. They're moving fast. And they're heading straight for the Command Center."