Ghosted Novels & Stories

I almost let out a chuckle but hold it in so she doesn't get offended. She paces back and forth looking around at her surroundings. She then looks up and my eyes follow her gaze. It was Cage. I instantly shift. Howling forcing my entire aura off on to him. Every ounce of hatred came out. I mindlinked Jordie," Cage is here Four miles to you're east, Silver creek. Get here now."

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

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.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

I’d be a fool to try to convince a man to love me even when he said he doesn’t a million times. “I’d like to spend the night,” He nodded gleefully. I pulled out my phone to check if Zac replied but there was nothing. He was ghosting me.

’ 21st February 2020, 1:00 PM I dragged my chair to Jenny’s working station so I could have a small chat with her. ‘Hey I am finished with my 6th article,’ I said. ‘Hurry up, finish yours so we can talk.’ ‘I’m sorry Irina but it is not a good time.’ she said with her eyes fixed on the monitor. ‘I’m having a bad day actually.’ ‘What happened?’ I said. ‘Whenever you’re ready to tell me I’m just here.’ I was about to drag my chair back to my workstation when she spoke. ‘I was ghosted.’

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

Who are you and what do you know about my late best friend? I sent the message and just immediately, the three typing dots from the other end seemed to pulse with an ominous energy. Then, my phone buzzed again Ghost: Remi died five years ago, am I right? My eyes widened as I read the message, who the fuck is this? A chill crept down my spine as I held up my phone Me: How do you know about this? Who are you? Fucking tell me! I sent the message my heart racing with anticipation. The second ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Then my phone buzzed yet again

This couldn’t be true, couldn’t be real. I had to be in a trance or something because I couldn’t be dead. Ghost promised to keep me safe and not let anything happen to me until we achieved our goal of vengeance. Speaking of Ghost, I quickly mind-linked her, but it didn’t work, and all I got was silence. This was strange. I knew she wasn’t the type to respond, but she always made a sound to let me know she was listening, but this time there was nothing but silence.

Maybe we had just connected on a level that made everything feel right, even if it was happening quicker than I expected. But whatever it was, it didn’t last. Just six days later, Vina completely cut off all communication. No calls. No texts. Nothing. It was as if she had disappeared overnight. At first, I thought something might have happened to her. Maybe she had lost her phone, or maybe she was dealing with some personal issues. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and waited. But as the days passed, it became clear that she had ghosted me. I tried reaching out multiple times. I sent messages, called her, even checked her social media. But she never responde