Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

Noah’s POV Ghosts always came back eventually. I should’ve known better than to think I’d outrun mine. It started with a name, one I hadn’t heard in years, one I never wanted to hear again, one that should've continued dwelling in my past and not make his presence known or felt again. Jasper Hart. The intel came through an old contact, someone who owed me enough favors not to ask why I needed answers. Hart, alive, active, contracted out to private security now, no longer military, no longer bound by any code except cash and cruelty.

Hector's expression darkened as he replied coldly, "Why didn't you speak up when Mr. Sumner was here? If you don't want to stay at Prospectus Technology, feel free to sell your shares. It's better to keep such divisive talk to a minimum." With that, Hector stood up and departed, leaving a group of stunned shareholders in his wake. Back in Damon's office… Damon was about to review some documents when Spencer knocked and entered. "Mr. Sumner, since Ms. Jayston's disappearance, you haven't had a proper rest. After the new drug launches, you should consider taking some time off," Spencer suggested. A few days earlier, Damon had been hospitalized for a stomach bleed. The doctor had warned him tha

My phone stays on the nightstand, untouched unless a notification comes in. ‎ ‎But now, I had just received an email from an unfamiliar sender. ‎ ‎I picked up my phone and opened the attachment, it was a screenshot of a news article. Breaking News: ‎At 10 AM on November 1st, Vanguard GE’s Chairman, Declan Ashford, passed away at Saint James Hospital. ‎ ‎The photo showed Alexander, despondently sitting in a chair by the emergency room door, the background blurred. ‎ ‎The article went on to detail Grandpa’s career and achievements.

I explained, “So I get them on my sandwich but pick them off.” I glanced at Damon to find him whispering something to Ghost, who then threw his head back and started laughing. It took twenty seconds of glaring for him to wipe his eyes and offer me an explanation. By then I’d gotten a near perfect image of his flawless teeth. “His canines are nice,” Ziva admitted. Ghost’s keen gaze sliced over to where Maverick sat at the bar. A pile of banana peppers sat on the corner of his sub wrapper. He lifted his head; a dab of mayonnaise stuck to the corner of his mouth.

“I was just thinking the same thing. He’s been picking at that mango like it owes him money.” Jamie didn’t respond. He gave a weak half-smile and returned to stirring the lemon dressing into his untouched greens. “Okay, talk to us,” Camila said, softening her tone. “What’s going on, Jamie? Is everything alright?” He sighed, eyes still downcast. “It’s nothing, really. Just…” He hesitated, then dropped his fork. “Since we got here, my anonymous admirer—you know, the one I’ve been talking to online for while—has completely ghosted me.”

I asked and Jack laughed. “Do you need anything” “No. Have you found your leak yet?” I asked him. “Not yet,” Jack said, sounding despondent. “My Chicago address was leaked too,” I said. “Are you sure?” “I followed Huxman there,” I said. “He gave me a name.” “Who?” Jack asked me and I could hear him typing in the background. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” I said. “Jericho–”

“I know.” “You’ll regret this,” he said. “Will I?” I asked. “Because I won't. Not even a little.” I hung up. Blocked the number. The atmosphere was silent. For the first time in a year, it felt like mine. *Midnight.* I was half asleep. Ethan breathing next to me. When my phone lit up. Not a call. A notification. *@GossipDaily: BREAKING - David Blackham found unresponsive in federal detention. Rushed to hospital. Condition unknown.*