روايات وقصص ضمن Ghosted Meme

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

that would be iconic I stared at their messages for a long time. These girls who made me laugh. Who sent me memes and checked in on me and didn't know. Couldn't know. Because if they knew, everything would change, and I couldn't let everything change. Not right now. Not when I was this close to having something that looked like a plan. They would give me pity, I don't want to be pitied. I typed back: Me: it's not haunted. unfortunately. the gardens are actually really nice though

She wiggled her brows and smiled mischievously. “Yeah, I would have loved to stay with him, but unfortunately for me, he’s…” I didn’t want to say he ghosted me, but what would one call not being responded to on all social media platforms by another and also not responding to any calls or voice messages left? “He’s unavailable.” “You think he’s ghosting you?”

I asked you a question earlier. My eyes narrowed at the screen. Ghost? What kind of name was that? This couldn't be a spam message, they'd mentioned Remi, my late best friend. It can only mean that this Ghost knows me or at least knew who Remi was. A shiver ran down my spine as I began typing Me: I'm not sure what you're talking about, what do you mean by I betrayed my late best friend and took what was hers? Who are you and what do you know about my late best friend?

She was still very much surprised he had replied. “I'm really surprised you replied.” She typed and sent. Two minutes later, there was no response. She waited for five minutes and there was still no reply. Ten minutes passed, he was online but there was no reply. She dropped her phone as her mood saddened. When she thought she could chat with him, he ghosted her text.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I asked a stream of questions into the still air. The room fell completely silent. Just when I assumed I would not get an answer, my laptop screen flickered on by itself. A single search bar glowed in the center of the screen. The letters appeared on the search bar one by one, typed by an unseen hand. N-A-T-H-A-N-I-E-L S-I-M-M-O-N-S. Nathaniel Simmons. The results loaded instantly. The top link was a news article from five years ago. The headline read, [Tragedy Claims Rising Finance Star Nathaniel Simmons in Fatal Crash.]

Men are usually not excited to go to the beach. “Yes, it went peachy,” I spat back dry. “As you well know. Though I just got an email from the Ghost.” I quickly started typing my reply, letting the Ghost know the privacy terms were fine. “The privacy terms are a deal breaker.” “So, are you keeping the Ghost on or cutting him loose?” I noted Massimo said him. I grinned. “I’m still not convinced it is a him,” I told him. “But yes, I’ll accept the terms.” Switching to a more interesting subject, I tilted my head towards the surveillance monitor. “What have those two been up to?”