Ghosted Series Novels & Stories

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

Crystal tried saying but then the person who had picked up the call interrupted. “This is the phone of a dead human, please come help your family at the train station!” immediately the call ended. Crystal paused for a while wondering what she had just heard the other person say. She was only twelve years old and losing her parents wasn’t something she wished for. She sat down slowly on the couch and different thoughts popped into her head as tears ran down from eyes soaking her clothes. “My parents are dead” she mumbled looking lost alone in the house. After few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up from the couch , grabbed her bag from her room and left for the train station.

I paused in my speech, feeling somehow threatened to speak due to the weighty words of Joey, but I had to continue. "Oh my God..! A ghost...? You're pregnant for a ghost...? Jeeeeezzz!!! This is absord..! Oh nooo... What are we going to do about it now?" Melinda's expressions got me really more scared of the initial situation, I felt that the story was going to start filling up my head again as she became so scared of what would happen to me. A short silence came between us, I looked at her and almost about to try to figure out what to say in my reply. Melinda took a deep breath, held my hands and looked me in the eyes, making sure I understood how she was feeling about my predicament. My he

He was bleeding from a wound stitched poorly and smelled like fear. “You’re waking sleeping gods,” Kai muttered as Juliette tended his arm. “Ghost isn’t a person. It’s a system. A whole empire of ghosts, and he’s the puppet-master.” “But they have Mason,” she pressed. Kai met her eyes. “Then you better hope he’s still breathing. Because Ghost doesn’t keep liabilities for long.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hours later, in a broken-down church converted into their temporary headquarters, Damon sat hunched over a decrypted hard drive. A flickering monitor spilled pale light on his face. Email threads. Surveillance loops. Hidden financial trans

His pistol skittered across the asphalt. Kane stood over him, knife slick, his smile wide. “Took Elaine. Took your pride. Now I’ll take the rest.” Ghost coughed, blood wet on his lips, his body screaming in betrayal. He knew he was done. But he wasn’t finished. Not yet. With shaking hands, he pulled his phone from his cut. His vision blurred, his fingers trembling, but he found her name. Emily. The line clicked, her voice breaking when she answered. “Ghost? What’s wrong?”

Miller said, his voice flat and hard. “So was a man named Steven Andrew. Known in our files as ‘The Ghost’ and now, he’s vanished. You expect me to believe that’s just a happy little coincidence?” Zhedya didn’t even glance at the photos. A faint, almost bored smile touched his lips. He looked like a king tolerating a jester. “Agent Miller,” he sighed, as if explaining something to a child. “Your job is to connect dots. Not to draw imaginary lines between them. My lover and I took a private trip.”

The chair squealed when she sat, and she startled, laughed at herself, and then didn’t, because the laugh felt like a bird hitting a window. She pulled up Venom’s live transponder on the internal screen. A blue dot trudged the perimeter. A second dot—Blade—hovered near the south gate. Ghost was a phantom until he wanted not to be, but his devices left polite footprints when you knew how to read the snow. Velia found one of his little ghosts sleeping in the network, smiled, and left it a digital candy. It stole it and left her a middle finger in return. “I see you,” she whispered to the screen, and it comforted her to be seen back, however rudely.

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

"She has nothing left to lose. We took her money, her freedom, her future. Now she's a phantom with a grudge and a story. That makes her more dangerous than ever." The fight was no longer about defense, or even counter-attack. It was about hunting a ghost who knew us intimately, who lived to hate us, and who had just proven she would literally die and resurrect herself to see us ruined. Ethan's phone buzzed. He looked at it, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. He showed me the screen. It was a notification from a popular podcast app. A new episode had been automatically downloaded to his phone. It was from an unknown, newly created channel called "Unquiet Graves."