Ghosted Book Novels & Stories

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

When she tried to retrieve it, she found a hole. Pushing the drawer aside, she peered into the hole with her phone's flashlight and extracted an old book with yellowing pages, covered in dust. Flipping the book open, Geneva's interest was sparked when she saw ugly letters of an equally anguishing handwriting that spelt the name, Ross Camille. Many of the pages were filled with drawings and dawdlings of nonsense. Everything was ugly but made no sense to humans. Finally, she saw another page filled with actual letters.

What more, the Futaba’s would’ve surely recorded such a major incident, but since Takuya had been so bewildered when Gerald first mentioned the topic, Gerald was sure that the record didn’t exist… Regardless, after giving a nod, Master Ghost pointed at the ancient book before replying, “Can I keep that for a while?” “What do you intend to do?” asked Gerald. “I’d like to look through it whenever I have the time. While the possibility is low, there’s always a chance that I missed something out,” replied Master Ghost. “I see… Feel free to take it, then, but keep it safe. I still need to return it to the ancient ruins,” said Gerald with a nod. While the book was useless in his hands, the same di

"Is something wrong with the ending of the book or are you just happy that we do not have to worry about photographers bothering us?" Elena looked at her book, the one that made her a writer again as Nora Vale. ". " She said softly. "I was just thinking about the name 'Ghostwriter' that Silas used to find me. It is weird that a name that was supposed to help me disappear actually helped me get my life back."

The choice to be present. She read the dedication on the porch, her eyes wet. "You're going to make me cry." "That's the point." --- Celeste — my sister — published her first book. A novel, about a woman who inherits a house by the sea, who discovers the letters of the women who lived there before, who learns to stop running. It was beautiful, haunting, full of ghosts. "Not about us," she said at the launch. "About everyone." "That's the same thing." ---

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

Then he lay next to her just to feel her body heat and bring his head close to hers. He read out the lines from his latest book in pin drop silence in the book store as every one was hearing to his voice with rapt attention. Aithusa was standing at the back and was making sure that she did not have to be bothered with conversing with the man who had deliberately ghosted her after telling that she was the inspiration behind finishing his book and his new one. She had seen a lot of cheaters and liars all through the millennium in her life. She might not have all the memories but she sure knew how it felt when someone lied to you and ignored you.

"What do you mean?" "A spirit possessed me again and I have no idea where it hid the book, Lady Nyla." My lips parted after what she said. So she’s telling me, a spirit took its time hiding my book?! What the hell is wrong with that ghost or whatever? "How- what- how do we find it?" I struggled with my words before adding, "Start calling me Geneva from now on."