Ghosted 3 Novels & Stories

Lori pointed at some drawers next to the table and said to Bryce, "Search the drawers. Chad used to put my gastric medication in there." Bryce replied with an 'okay' and went over to the drawers. He searched them for a while before finally finding the medicine. However, they had expired. As such, Lori had no choice but to unblock my number to send me a message. "My gastric medication has expired." She waited for a long time, but there was no reply. Lori held back her impatience and sent me another message. "My stomach really hurts. Where did you keep all my other medication?"

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

Can't we just cool off? [Selena, when will you let me back into your life? Take your time to chill, but come back to me. Let's give it another shot.] He had even wired 75,000 dollars to my account and attached a note. [Use it to unwind. I'll be here waiting.] I forced a smile. Henry still had no clue I was done for good, and there was no coming back to him. I was about to hit the emergency call when my grip went weak, my phone clattered to the floor.

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

he said softly, “can we go somewhere where nobody calls me ‘Alpha’s mistake’?” My heart shattered. “Yes, baby. Somewhere far away.” We left before dawn. No goodbyes. No messages. Just silence. But on the plane, I sent David one final text: This is the end. From now on, you’ll never see us again. By the time the sun rose over Blazetooth Pack, Joseph and I were already miles away. And for the first time in five years, the bond between us and the Alpha began to die.

She spat out her food to the side and coughed in shock. She patted her chest, to calm her down. Her throat and nose burning, it looked like there some rice that slip into her nose. It felt realy sore. She looked at the ghost while continuing to cough. Her throat felt itchy and sore at the same time. The ghost man looked very worried. Did he just speak, thought Ria. “I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you. Have a drink first.." She heard the voice of the ghostly figure.

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

"I don't say that to hurt you. I say it because you need to understand what they'll do to get you back." "They're not getting me back," I whispered. "No. They're not." A tremor shook the floor. Everyone went still. Tyra whispered, "They're here." Above us, a thin crack opened in the ceiling. Dust rained down. I heard it then. Not steps, but rather a friction. Something draging over stone. Kieran's eyes flared golden. "Ghosts. Three of them. Maybe more." "Do we fight?" Tyra asked. Kieran looked at me. Then back at her.