Ghosted 3 Novels & Stories

A message glowed in green text on the encrypted laptop, visible only for a second before disappearing: He’s gone dark. Phase three begins now. Far away, in a dim control room, Celeste Whitmore smiled over a glass of red wine, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Let him chase ghosts,” she whispered. “The real strike hasn’t even begun”.

She ducked the matter ‘But I want to learn how to work like you?’ she spoke in a low tone of pleading Amanda, pulled the chair, the sound of it scraping against the floor could be heard clearly as the room suddenly went silent at her sudden action. she created a perfect diversion to snub her appeal. “Come on.” Mercy was not budging, Mercy went to the window and looked down; A car screeched in front of the entrance. “Permission to leave, we have guests I will go open for them.”

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

"Trace this." Ghost rocked forward, his hands flying over the keys. He'd done...something...to their phones that now allowed him to do some sort of techno-magic. "Go," Ghost said. Marco jabbed at the green button. "Hello?" He drummed his fingers on his knee. "Marco?" Fiona's voice wavered. His stomach dropped through the floor and he sat up straighter. "Marco? Are you there?" Fiona's voice broke at the end, fracturing a bit.

“They know no boundaries.” I visibly shuddered. “I’d forgotten about that afternoon. I hope that thing is gone from here.” “I did a few more clearings while you were gone,” she said with earnest. “I’m going to admit that I was shocked and I am still shocked by the number of spirits and ghosts in this place. Believe it or not, I still have some to chase out.” “I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?”

Her body would simply fail, and she would fall. But not today. Today wasn't the right day. The light was wrong. The angle was wrong. The wind was unpredictable. Ghost had learned patience the hard way by staying alive when he should have been dead. He watched her disappear into the building. Then he waited. Ghost ate protein bars and drank water from a bottle he'd prepared the night before. The apartment was empty except for him and his equipment. He'd rented it under a false name, paid in cash, told the landlord he was a photographer working on a project about the Manhattan skyline.

“We don’t have time for pride.” Ghost’s shoulders rose and fell. “I know.” “We need to work together,” Luca said softly. Ghost didn’t turn around. “We are.” Luca hesitated. “Not really.” Ghost’s eyes closed for a moment too long. “Then tell me how,” he whispered. Luca’s breath caught. Ghost rarely sounded lost. They returned to the table, this time standing closer. Luca took a marker and circled two points. “These shipments went missing within thirty minutes of being logged.

POV Millie Ghost is standing near the doorway. Is he the one on duty for tonight? “Millie.” The hideous man of a person says. “Um..what’s up?” I ask staring at the large scar that runs down his face. “Look Millie…” he says while scratching the back of his head. “I want to apologize for how badly I handled everything with you. I shouldn’t have reacted that way, I can tell you’re a good person, and uh..I don’t know…I think you need to see something on the third floor.” He says slumping his shoulder looking guilty. “What is it?” I ask cautiously. “It’s X..” he says with regret in his tone. “Is he okay?!” I ask frantically. “Yeah, yeah, he’s fine.” He says. I furrow my eyebrow

I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu