Ghosted Series Novels & Stories

“But we aren’t townsfolk.” “I know, and that’s what is worrying me. Why now? What is her message?” April and Daniel watched as the ghost slowly walked off towards a grove of trees hiding the lake from the park. With a great sigh, April breathed again, and that’s when Daniel realized that he needed to return to breathing too. “Okay, I think she’s gone for now at least. Let’s continue.” April’s eyes stayed on the spot as the ghost disappeared through the trees and she glimpsed the water through there. Had she died by drowning in the water? April would have to see if Gabby would open up this year on the tragedies within her family history. She had known Gabby for what seemed like forever, but n

… As soon as I opened the door to the private dining room, I heard a pop, and confetti began raining down on both Cecily and me. Smiling, Ian came over and gave me a friendly punch. "Not one word from you in two whole years! If I hadn't known you'd joined the research lab, I would've filed a missing person report with the police!" Everyone else in the room laughed and began teasing me. "He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?"

There was something almost protective in the way he looked at me, the kind of steadiness Zane used to give. But before I could respond, my phone buzzed. A private message. No name. No number. Just three words: “You’re next, Grey.” I froze. The world around me narrowed to that single line glowing on the screen. Kai stepped closer, his expression hardening as he read it over my shoulder. The playfulness vanished from his face. “Looks like your ghost wants to make it personal.” I swallowed hard, my mind already racing. You’re next. Not they, not Carter Holdings me.

“If I remember correctly, you forgot the water because you were on the phone with Evangeline and you were watching that drama show of yours. The one with the doppelgänger’s and those British Vampires.” “It was the season finale.” I said, exasperated. Seriously, did none of these men get it? Pausing, I scowled at him. “Wait, a second. The British Vampires didn’t even come in until the next season. I never watched that one around you.” Ghost’s brows shot up. “The fuck? Caius likes Vamp chick-flicks?” I gasped and pointed at him. “You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?”

her contacts. The shadows cast by the soft glow of the computer screen reflected on Elizabeth's face, giving her an mysterious look. The saved "Ghost" contact had been assigned to the most secretive of her contacts, a person she trusted to keep their dealings confidential. Ghost was her access to information since he had access to resources and connections that were instrumental in her search for Samantha. As the digital conversation unfolded, Elizabeth's fingers moved with a sense of urgency. She was close to achieving a feat. The messages were not far from Mysterious, hidden in layers of secrecy to ensure that their intentions remained hidden.

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

It was a masterpiece of digital camouflage, a way to move through the serpent’s garden without ever disturbing a leaf. But as the "Ghost" protocol went live, a new message appeared on the screen—a private, encrypted ping coming from a source I didn't recognize. The Ghost is in the Print Shop. The King is in the Tomb. I froze. "Enzo... someone is watching this line. Someone who isn't the Weaver." Enzo leaned over me, his eyes narrowing as he read the message. "It’s not Santino. Santino doesn't know this building exists." "Then who?"

But another part, the numb and curious part that had been starving for something real, whispered louder. Aria bit her lip, this time not entirely for the camera. “Give me one minute, Ghost.” She quickly ended the public stream, switched to private mode, and typed her reply with slightly shaky fingers. Aria: Plans canceled. I’m all yours tonight. The response was almost instant. Ghost has tipped $15,000. Followed by a new private message that sent a genuine shiver down her spine: Ghost: Good girl. Now spread your legs for me and let’s begin.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."