Ghosted Series Novels & Stories

The other two… Those were where the fun happened. I dropped into my chair, set the plate beside the keyboard, and cracked my knuckles. “All right, Ghost.” My fingers danced across the keys. “Where are you?” A dozen command windows sprang to life. Lines of code streamed down the screens faster than most people could read them. Numbers, IP addresses, encrypted tunnels, relay nodes… Beautiful. Most people looked at this and saw gibberish. I saw fingerprints. Ghost was good. Better than good. They managed to stay invisible while making half the underground think they knew where they was. That alone was impressive.

No sightings over the past three years, no passport activities registered under her name, no social media updates, no hospital records, nothing under her maiden name. Marcus had dropped the newest report on top of the stack without any comment. “She’s a ghost,” he said. I opened it and scanned the conclusions I already knew what I’d find. “No public appearances.” He added. "No events attended, communications went through intermediaries, even the studio staff signed NDAs.” I closed the file. “Ghosts leave traces.” “This one doesn’t.” He was right. I’d hired three different investigators over the year, spent over two hundred thousand dollars chasing the leads we had. Each one came back with th

Ghost: Took you long enough. Me: I’m in a hospital. Someone tried to kill me last night. I don’t have time for attitude. Ghost: Fair. What do you need? My heart thumped hard as I typed. Me: You said my protector isn’t who I think. Who exactly were you talking about? Ghost: Your father. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold wave shoot through me. Me: Why him? Ghost: Because he’s hiding a lot more than you realize. Me: Like what?

You won’t regret this. Enid. Where did you travel to? Or when are you coming back. Each message sat there, sent into the void. Delivered, yes. But not a single one was marked “Read.” They were digital ghosts, unanswered, unseen. He’s ghosting me. The thought was a cold, sharp shard in my gut. He gave me the number. He put it in my phone himself. Why? Just to twist the knife one more time? To give me the illusion of a connection he had no intention of honoring?

" 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.

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

Elliot’s eyes narrowed. “How?” Another line appeared. YOU’RE THE GHOST WHO BREACHED BLACKWOOD. His stomach tightened slightly. That nickname. The Ghost. He hadn’t heard anyone use it in months. Another message followed. WE WANT TO TALK. Elliot began typing. Who is this? The response came instantly. FRIENDS. Elliot rolled his eyes. “Sure you are.” He launched a deeper trace program. The signal immediately shifted again. The sender was extremely careful. Every movement Elliot made triggered another layer of protection.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.

Manuel said and he places her in the bath tub. “ You mean you have bath for me so many times? When was that? She asks. “ Don’t even start honey “ he says. His cellphone rang. “ Excuse me” He says and goes to pick his cellphone on the bed and he started speaking with the caller on the phone. Evelyn ghost sits on the couch and it will pace around with tears on her face. Evelyn mother and Father goes into their son’s ward and they wept. “I cannot lose my first son, no way” he says.