Ghosted 3 Novels & Stories

He has never backed out on a mission and he ain't to start now. Bored from the wait, Ghost let out a crazy yawn. With no second thought, he grabbed his phone again, almost texting Scar. Almost. Crazy but he was feeling impulsive now. It was like all he wanted to do now. Constantly ask about Ciara. A revving sound wafted into his ears, kicking in his adrenaline rush. It was the shipment. Had to be. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the double-decker car, slowly approaching them.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Whispers rippled through the rows behind us. Only two companies had received a reaction like that. The Goddard Group International. And Cross Holdings. “Cross Holdings already has this locked down,” a woman whispered. “Nobody stops the Ghost,” another man murmured. “Not unless the Goddards stop him.” Then I turned to Julian. “That man from earlier… who was that?” I whispered. Julian didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the stage while his grip on my hand loosened just a little.

If she is not here, where the fuck is she? “Thank you,” I say, walking away and entering my car. I grip the steering wheel and then slam my hands against it as my phone rings. Retrieving it from the inside pocket of my jacket, I answered without looking. “I heard you had a tough night,” I hear Ghost say on the other side of the line. The man knows me better than anyone and knows I am ready to punch someone’s brains out. “I’ve got a space to be filled tomorrow night. Are you interested,” he says.

After Alex Rockefeller, Lady Beatrice Assex, and three ghost servants charged out of the villa one after the other, Noah Rockefeller and his wife had finally recovered from their shock amid much difficulty. However, when they looked at Ghost Three’s corpse on the ground, they still trembled a little. “His blood… Why is it in that color?” Noah pointed at the dark green blood on the ground and stammered.

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

“Don’t worry. Everything is set. She’s weak now. Tired. She can barely move. Just bring what you promised.” “I have it,” I said, tapping my bag. “Three glass cups for our toast, and the drink. We’ll celebrate tonight.” “Good,” Ghost replied. “Come quickly. I don’t want to waste any more time.” “I won’t be late,” I said. Before ending the call, I added, “And make sure there are no mistakes. I don’t want her speaking ever again.” He didn’t respond. Just ended the call. I smiled again and put my phone back in my bag. My hands were shaking, but not from fear.