Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

Aurora sighed, pouted, and whispered, “Baby… I’m sorry. I was upset because I—” “I said leave, Aurora.” Damien repeated. She quietly turned and left. As she closed the door behind her, a notification popped on her phone. It was from her team’s group chat. “A sad news from HR. Ghafar Eljaffar was sacked today. Reason unknown. We wish him good luck outside the Vladimirs Strategic Team family.” Tears gathered in Aurora’s eyes. She turned and stared at Damien’s study door… more tears poured. She walked upstairs. “Madam, are you—?”

Pixelated faces of women and men Davidson had known and worked alongside for years stared back at him with a mixture of pity, revulsion, and horror. The eldest member of the board, Harrison Grey, spoke first, his voice trembling with outrage. "Joe, this is… an unmitigated disaster. The stock is down eight percent in pre-market. The word 'grooming' is in every headline. We are a fortune 500 company, not a reality television show!"

I’d never met her, but he talked about her like she was some kind of mastermind, always three steps ahead. When we got to the airfield and found out the jet was delayed—some vague excuse about engine trouble—Damon’s eyes had narrowed, his jaw tightening. “Ghost wouldn’t let this happen,” he’d muttered, pacing the terminal like a caged animal. I didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe she’d screwed up, or maybe he was just paranoid after everything we’d been through. Either way, the private plane was out, and so was his wallet. He’d lost it—along with his cards—while we were running from those hunters a few nights back.

No one answered immediately. And that was answer enough. The meeting dragged another hour after that. They discussed numbers, damage control and crisis management. But the truth sat beneath all of it now. Dhark Holdings was bleeding badly. Fatally. And for the first time in my life, the board was beginning to wonder if I was the wound. — When the meeting finally ended, executives filed out quietly. They avoided eye contact. They avoided me. Only Chairman Whitmore remained behind. Seventy years old and sharp-eyed, the chairman was of the few people left who had known my parents closely.

“You took the body of a little child to spy on us, you disgusting old…” “That’s not exactly how it happened though,” Ghost laughed. “It seems you’re a hot blooded young man. Sit back and I’ll tell you how it went that day and maybe you would judge me better when I’m do e with my story.” “I’ve heard enough stories to last me a lifetime,” Jimin grunted. “I don’t want to hear any of your…” “What actually happened, I might not know,” Ghost started. “But I remember what I saw on the night that Draymond died.”

He stretched his hand for a handshake which I received firmly. "I'm Dexter Hemmingway." I said and he released my hand. "Are you here for Mr Liam Garcia?" He questioned, his countenance turning melancholic even though he tried to hide it which caused me to suspect that something had gone wrong. "Yes, I am. Is there any problem?" His expression was conflicted as if he was hiding something from me. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in an up-down pattern. "We lost him this morning." He announced and my knees turned into jelly.

They even got the bonus of having a beach in their backyard. The guest house was quieter for them, but, of course, there would be no room service. Unlike Wolf, who was busy inspecting the entire rented house, Zoe stared at her phone and sat on the first chair she found. "Has Darcy contacted you again?" Wolf asked. "No, just a message." Zoe showed the message she received from Darcy. "Is it about canceling the job?" Wolf asked. Usually, if gossip ends badly, there will be a lot of job cancellations, as Iris experienced.

DAMON I check my Rolex for the fourth time in ten minutes. Then I slide my thumb over the screen of my burner phone. There’s absolutely fucking nothing on the screen. Not a single text from that hopeless, useless dog, Daniel. The only reason I employed him was just to spite my brother and his wretched wife. But that’s not even working anymore. Jade doesn't care about Daniel. An acidic rage simmers in the pit of my stomach as I stare out the windows of the headquarters of the Hemsworth Global Holdings boardroom. It is already past ten in the morning. The hit was supposed to be executed last night when Zayn was with our grandmother.

His face was set like steel, and when he spoke, his voice thundered through the room like a series of sharp claps. “As many of you have noticed,” the voice began, cutting through the silence, “for those who are unaware of who I am, I am the Secretary of Defense.” He paused, letting his presence sink in. “My name is Joel Darwell. I was sent here by President Thomas Banks to deliver important news.” The room remained silent as he continued. Over the last several days, successful attacks on Dead Island had shifted the balance of power, forcing the enemy into peace negotiations. Three high-ranking government officials had been eliminated, and while the outcome marked a turning point in the confl

” I snickered. “Well, you don't, Jeremy! Until you watch the news. I just sent you a video, check it out.” My phone chimed and it was a video message from Denver. I exhaled deeply before pressing the play button. “Shit!” I exclaimed. I stood there watching a fucking video of some newscaster talking about the headline “THE CEO OF JKC WAS SEEN IN AN INAPPROPRIATE VIDEO WITH HIS STEPSISTER.” “The fuck!” I exclaimed.