Ghosted Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

“I was not prepared for your appearance. I’m rarely caught off guard.” “So we are becoming friends?” Ghost cringed at the word again. What the hell? His non-answer silenced me for the rest of the ride home.

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.

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I shot back another text. ❀° ┄─────────────╮ Me: Some things aren’t negotiable. ╰─────────────┄ °❀ His reply came even faster this time, almost too fast. It made my stomach twist in that way only Ghost could. ☠︎︎° ┄─────────────╮ Ghost: Negotiable? You're cute. But you've already woken something in me, Red. Now I’m not sure I could ever use one again.

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.”

he pointed to Isis. Isis didn't meet any of our gazes, and she didn't ask the ghost not one question, but I could see the pain in her eyes. She missed her mother, and I don't blame her. It was times like these I missed mine too. The ghost gestured for us to follow it upstairs. "My name is or was Carson." The ghost chuckled and Gidian growled in my head. I swallowed hard. Everyone else made an audible gasp. I hope I don't regret this.

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

She shook the awful energy out of her hands and occupied them instead by unlocking her phone. Allison: Hey girl, I haven’t heard from you in forever! Where have you been? You OK? I hope you’re doing OK. Here if you need me. Allison’s message thread had inflated unattended through the move. Sidney had nearly forgotten about her since Kendra, Adam’s visit, and the move. A spire of guilt extended in Sidney’s chest before her persistent sadness weighed down to crush it flat. Sidney: I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to ghost you.