Ghosted 3 Novels & Stories

My stomach flips, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’ve lost my footing. Beside me, Ghost finally speaks. “What the fuck do we do with three?” He drags a hand down his face, groaning. “Trade one for a bike? Hand one off to a brother like it’s a spare part? Sit one on the bar and call it a mascot?” Despite the panic buzzing under my skin, I snort. Only Ghost could react to triplets like they’re stray puppies someone dumped on the clubhouse steps. But my fingers curl tighter around the sheet beneath me, and I can’t take my eyes off the flickering lights on the screen. Three heartbeats. Three lives. Three.

I paused in my speech, feeling somehow threatened to speak due to the weighty words of Joey, but I had to continue. "Oh my God..! A ghost...? You're pregnant for a ghost...? Jeeeeezzz!!! This is absord..! Oh nooo... What are we going to do about it now?" Melinda's expressions got me really more scared of the initial situation, I felt that the story was going to start filling up my head again as she became so scared of what would happen to me. A short silence came between us, I looked at her and almost about to try to figure out what to say in my reply. Melinda took a deep breath, held my hands and looked me in the eyes, making sure I understood how she was feeling about my predicament. My he

“Don’t bother yourself anymore. I don’t want anyone suspecting me. She already knows I don’t like her, and I bet she’s pointing fingers at me as we speak.” “If you insist. Your wish is my command. Whatever you say, I am cool with it. Should you be ready to strike into action, I am just one call away,” Ghost said as he pledged his allegiance to me. I terminated the call to enable me to focus on my thoughts. As I sat on my bed trying to figure out a way out of my mess, my phone rang. It was a call from Ghost. I didn’t answer the phone, but I was excited that Ghost had called to break the good news to me. I was already preparing to purchase champagne to celebrate the death of Olivia.

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.

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

“Let me go get Leni.” This entire thing feels surreal. Even the air feels thin. Ghost is pacing, making me uncomfortable. He tries to float images to me, but they are staticky and disjointed. “Ghost, are you okay?” I stop and focus on him. “Milo! Where are you?” His howl sounds far away. “Ghost?” I close my eyes to search for him. “Milo? What’s wrong?” I hear someone say, but they’re too far away for me to recognize the voice.

Instead of answering Lucy, Frank smiled at her, asking her why she would go that far even if she did not fancy their chances. "For Jojo." Lucy stroked her belly as she relieved her memories. "She was my friend, and one might even say that she's the reason Zac and I got together…" Then, her voice turned somber, as the memories became painful. "That is, until three days ago… We were hanging out at a karaoke bar when we ran into The Ghosters." She growled through her teeth, shivering and rubbing between her brow. "That was when I met Ghost—or perhaps I should say the man calling himself Ghost.

I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and by the time I came back out, I had five messages three from Alessandro and two from Ghost. Ignoring Alessandro's messages, I clicked on Ghost's. ╭───────────────╮ Me: Got plans tonight? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Oh, she remembers me. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Even if I was busy, you really think I'd turn you down, Red? ╰───────────────╯