Ghosted Series Novels & Stories

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Kevin slowly brought his hand towards Ria's and tried to pat the back of the girl's hand to make her calm down. Unfortunately, he had became transparent and he couldn't touch her. Meanwhile, the girl only felt a small cold spark around her hand. The cold feeling that came from Kevin's ghostly hand, actually made her felt the warm in her heart.

"Fine. Tell me, what’s ghosting?" Zek scowled. "Is someone ghosted you? Is it Damon?" I was disappointed because I thought I could talk to Zek properly. I took a deep breath, turned my back on him, and left him again. "It a means to an end a personal relationship with someone by cutting off all contact with them suddenly and with no explanation." I stopped walking and turned toward Zek. "The most confusing and heartbreaking way a relationship ended," Zek added. ‘Does Jasper want to end our relationship? But why? Was it me, the problem?’ I thought.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

“Oh, miss we are supposed to go to the church but it’s getting late and we can’t wake your parents to ask for permission.’’ Mercy permitted them. When her parents woke up they realized, Amanda and her mother were missing but the house was sparkling clean, Melina thought they had quit their job. Melina panicked and went upstairs shouting, calling out for her husband, she asked him if he knew where the maids had gone. While they were still arguing mercy walked in and told them she had released them to go to church. this made Owino even happier, knowing that they were religious. ‘They are S.D.A’s, Owino got more suspicious of them, the girl I met years back was also an S.D.A, he recalled her ca

They both looked at Adam, questioningly. Adam nodded his head. “Go and tell me what you see, will you?” He looked at his daughter. “Be careful, Melody. Don’t go too near that window. You just don’t know what might happen. From the sound of things, a battle between spirits is about to ensue.” Hearing her father acknowledge the existence of spirits was an odd thing, but she made no mention of it. Ian’s voice was weak, but his words managed to reach her ears. “Melody. My sweet Melody. I’m so sorry, my love.”

"I get why you're tempted, but this is nuts. The guy's been MIA for two years. For all we know, he could be dead. They're going to inject some dead man's... stuff inside you." I almost choked at that. "Please, don't say that again. And I don't think he's dead. At least, I hope not." "Then why are they hiding him?" Amber pressed. "It doesn't make sense." I was about to respond when the doorbell rang. "Pizza's here!" Amber exclaimed, jumping up. As she went to answer the door, I leaned back, my mind whirling. Amber was right. Why would Damien Grey be in hiding for so long? And what exactly had I gotten myself into? ---

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

“What do we know?” Niko flicked his wrist, sending a holographic map to life across the table. Red dots pulsed across the city — shipping yards, warehouses, financial hubs. “These are confirmed points of contact,” he said. “Money, weapons, bodies. Every shipment that’s moved under the Ghost’s network in the last two weeks.” I studied the map. “And we haven’t found a name?” Gia shook her head. “They’re careful. Everything’s filtered through middlemen — old contacts of your father’s, most of whom disappeared after the war. It’s like someone’s stitching the past back together piece by piece.”