Ghosted 3 Novels & Stories

His fingers flew across his tablet like he had done this kind of search a hundred times. “Her phone pinged one hour ago,” Lucas said. “A tower in neutral territory picked it up. She is two hours away, maybe less if she kept moving.” “Get me the exact location,” I said. He tapped, scrolled, zoomed in. A red dot flashed on the screen. “It is an industrial block. Abandoned. No known ownership claims. No businesses are alive there.”

Leonna nodded "I hope you aren't going to hurt me?" "We would never do such to you, all you have to do is help us" the third ghost said. She took a deep breath, picked the bottle and gently dropped it on the ground, slowly she opened the cover and smokes in three forms left, looking up she saw three ghost standing in front of her, her heart dropped into her stomach in fear. The first ghost smiled "do not be afraid, we are so grateful that you helped us, now in other to destroy Azora you must use her weakness."

He snorted as he tried to ignore the stare from different girls including workers in the café. Crystal was still busy with her work and well focused that she just didn't know he was in her midst and even if she saw him, she wasn't going to be able to recognize him. "Crystal?" cherry called out softly which sounded more like a whisper. "Yeah?" Crystal responded curiously. "Come over here" She spoke out like she had a secret to keep. Crystal was curious so she had to go closer to her friend immediately she dropped the tray on a table. "See the cute guy over there," Cherry directed Crystal's gaze towards Red who wasn't recognized by her.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

The other two… Those were where the fun happened. I dropped into my chair, set the plate beside the keyboard, and cracked my knuckles. “All right, Ghost.” My fingers danced across the keys. “Where are you?” A dozen command windows sprang to life. Lines of code streamed down the screens faster than most people could read them. Numbers, IP addresses, encrypted tunnels, relay nodes… Beautiful. Most people looked at this and saw gibberish. I saw fingerprints. Ghost was good. Better than good. They managed to stay invisible while making half the underground think they knew where they was. That alone was impressive.

My hand flew instinctively to my chest as if I could physically hold my soul in place before it escaped. Eric blinked at me, startled too with my actions. “Woah, calm down, okay. Dramatic much?” I exhaled shakily, finally registering her bright grin and curly hair bobby as she leaned over my desk. “Oh… it’s you,” I breathed out, forcing a smile. “Hey, Erica!” She squinted at me as if she’s examining me thoroughly as she plopped down onto the edge of my table. “Girl, why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?”

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

I hesitated for a moment, biting my lip before sending my last message, already knowing exactly how this was going to play out. ❀° ┄─────────────╮ Me: We’ll see. But just know—I’m not as easy to tame as you think. ╰─────────────┄ °❀ My phone buzzed almost instantly. ☠︎︎° ┄─────────────╮ Ghost: Oh, Red. That’s what makes it fun. ╰─────────────┄ °☠︎︎ The door swung open, and Alessandro strode in like he owned the place—because, well, he did. I quickly locked my phone and slid it into my pocket, the buzz from my conversation with Ghost still lingering in the back of my mind.

Matteo stood by the door, one hand resting smoothly on his gun. I stayed seated, eyes fixed keenly on Ghost. Waiting. Watching. Every minute seemed to drag endlessly and slowly. Painful slow. Ghost’s fingers suddenly stopped and his back straightened and then he scratched his unkempt beards. He leaned in near the screen, lowering his glasses and peering at the screen like he was born blind. " What's it?" Matteo asked. Ghost did not answer at first. He squinted at the screen again and leaned back with a low whoosh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose .

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.