Ghosted Novels & Stories

Walk away from the life that just comes to reality I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to breathe. Suddenly, my phone rang, making me jump. I fumbled for it, my fingers shaky, and when I saw Sandra’s name on the screen, I hesitated before answering. “Finally!” Sandra’s voice came through, full of her usual dramatic energy. “You’ve been ghosting me! Not even a single call? What’s your excuse, huh?” I let out a tired sigh. “Sorry, babe. It’s just… a lot.”

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

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?”

Izzy When I wake, it’s five, and my heart pounds with anticipation as I reach for my phone, sending a message to check in with Darren. Izzy: Still coming by? His reply comes quickly, and relief blooms inside me. Darren: Just finishing up some calls, then I’m on my way. At least he’s still interested, unlike so many others who ghosted just before meeting. Izzy: Hopefully you don’t run like every other guy I’ve spoken to on this app…

I don't see the possibility of things becoming okay because I have never heard of a situation where a ghost came back to life but I have seen in movies where someone became a ghost because they had some unfinished business and after that is sorted out, they vanished and I think that might be my situation, I just need to figure out what my unfinished business is. "Thanks so much Enzo for all your support and help." I said truthfully just as he pulled up by the gate. "You have to input the passcode, it's 0808. That's my birthday." I pointed out as he punched in the pin and the gate opened up. "Wow, eight of August. It's a few months away, hopefully we would have figured out your situation by t

Don't wait up. He crumpled the note and hurled it to the floor. A second later, his phone rang. His friend was barely able to get the words out. "Jasper, you need to get back here right now. The party's a disaster."

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

she says carefully, and I watch the massive man step closer to the yellow force field. "Mangogs have terrible eyesight. They use vibrations to locate targets. It works wonders on their sand-covered planet. But on ground like this, they are at a disadvantage. I was never in any danger, Krystal. I...I...need you to trust that I will protect you. Don't do anything like that again," Burk whispers, and I watch as embarrassment covers my friend's face.

It was a pretty tamed argument until he called her a parasite, and she fired back that he was a mangy mutt. “Children!” Grams exclaimed, giving them both a stern look. “Apologize to each other this instant, or you are both grounded.” I glanced over at Mina, and she looked pale. Grounded was something she didn’t want to be. Over a hundred years old or not, the threat scared her. Grounding, to my parents and grandparents, was not the typical: you can’t go out or have your phone taken. It was much worse. They cut off your money supply, took the keys from whatever cars you may have, and locked you in the meditating room for two days—a room where an hour on the outside felt like two days on the i

" What takes place if someone extends an invitation to you but later decides not to accept it? They have the ability to withdraw the invitation.