Ghosted Marvel Novels & Stories

Milana smiled “I love how you underestimate me, it is making me more determined to come after you. You wait and watch” Adam frowned at her threat, he stood and watched her walk away. There is no way Logan will help his wife to take revenge on him, or would he? *********************************************** It has been days since the dinner and passionate night she had spent with Liam Donatello, but ever since that day he has not spoken to her on the phone or even texted her. He had completely ghosted her making her feel like she was a one night stand. This was the first time a man who slept with her will be ghosting her when it’s not a one night stand, she is always the one who dumbs them.

THE GHOST OF MARBELLA ~CESAR POV~ (Twelve months.) Three hundred and sixty-five days since I felt the cold bite of glass in my side. Fifty-two weeks since the woman I branded as mine walked out into the night and became a ghost. I sat in my study, the only light coming from the bank of monitors that never slept. My empire was a hollow shell. I had liquidated three major shipping ports in the last month just to fund the private intelligence teams scouring the continent.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

"Around Southvale. Are you thinking of checking the surveillance footage nearby? I've tried and found nothing. Everything was destroyed, most likely by the ghostlike man as well." Gabriel's phone started ringing with a call from Ginger. He immediately picked up the call. "Ginger?" Ginger sounded very excited. "Where are you, Gabe?" "What's up?" She cheerfully explained, "Good news! We can go for a vacation to the Marl Islands soon! We can stay there for around two weeks, and it's even an all-expenses paid trip by the company! I'm so happy! Didn't you say you wanted to travel with me? This is just perfect!"

Sassy said and walked him halfway to the office, before going back. Mr Carson pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before pushing the door open. "Hello, sir. Welcome, I am sorry for the little misunderstanding, I didn't know I had an appointment. It must have slipped off my memory, anyway, how is..." Marvel was saying, then she looked up and her eyes widened. "Marvel?" Mr Carson said and took off his glasses. "Dad," Marvel said, in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked.

Even though we weren’t blood related he was just as fucked up as the rest of us, and using his magic to watch me play with Anastasia was the least of what he was capable of. It wouldn’t be the first time he popped in on one of us during a one-night stand, or when we’re unlucky enough to be jerking off. Marjorie hated that shit. She’d try and blast him with her magic, but Ghost would always pop out of existence as he laughed in her face. I never really gave a fuck. It didn’t affect me in the slightest, so why should I care? Even the thought of him seeing Marjorie hadn’t mattered. Now the thought of him seeing my wife …

“You’ll be there, Kane. No question about it.” “Perfect,” I said, still smiling as I turned back to my desk. “Can’t wait to be there.” I buried myself in work. My fingers moved over the keyboard, the numbers and reports on the screen blurring together into something mindless. Then, my phone buzzed against the desk, I glanced at it, expecting some routine update or useless notification. But the name on the screen made me freeze. Ghost. Is he serious? My blood boiled as I stared at the notification. It was almost like he enjoyed throwing it in my face, over and over, that he was Ghost all.

“You think the law serves people like us? We own pieces of it, Lorenzo, but not the whole pie. And Pigo? He doesn’t play by rules. He moves people around like checkers and burns the board after.” Gabriel cut in, voice sharp. “Besides, I already got the team. Not you. Not Zia. Not Nia. Not even me. Ghost Squad. Former special ops, current shadows. Faces unknown. They go in clean. No trace. No fallout.” Lorenzo turned to Zia. Her face was pale, but her chin was lifted high. “They have my mother,” she said. “I don’t care how dirty we have to get.” A brief silence.

If Alvarez was still breathing, that meant retribution was coming. A subordinate rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. “Boss, we have a problem.” The Ghosted leader turned sharply. “What now?” “We’ve lost contact with two of our outposts. They went dark within minutes of each other.” A slow, cold dread seeped into the room. The Ghosted were being hunted. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the compound, Alvarez stood beside the masked leader, surveying the dimly lit base through high-powered binoculars. The facility was heavily guarded, but that wouldn’t save them.

But the ground was shifting beneath her feet, and the walls were beginning to crumble. “No,” she said, voice steady despite the pounding in her chest. “If we retreat now, the ghost wins. I’m going in.” Marco’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a trap. This place could collapse any second.” Riccardo looked at her, an unspoken agreement passing between them. “We cover you. Move.” Camilla sprinted forward, her boots pounding against the cracked concrete. The ghost’s tendrils — digital and spectral — snaked out from the servers, aiming to ensnare her, dragging her into a virtual abyss.