Ghosted Synopsis Novels & Stories

Account not found. I tried again. Same response. Account not found. I refreshed the entire application. The encrypted system reloaded from the beginning before presenting the same empty inbox. No unread messages. No conversation history. No trace the account had ever existed. I searched the identifier manually instead of relying on the shortcut. Account not found. I searched using partial strings. Nothing. I searched recent connections. Nothing. The system logs showed no evidence that another account had communicated with Ghost within the last several minutes. That was impossible. Or… Someone had accomplished something I’d never seen before.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Crystal made her final decision and hurriedly, she finished her chores, made her way to her bathroom and got dressed to leave the house. She went to her aunt's room to tell her she was going out but unfortunately, Aunt Lucy wasn't in her room. "Where must she be ?" Crystal wondered. She ignored her aunt's absence and went off to her destination. "GT Enterprise" She stated clearly to the driver and in no time, she was at GT Enterprise. She had decided to go apply for a job at the company and not just any company but The Robin's company. Red was going to be the CEO in the company soon but she wasn't aware of it. She knew her boss was a billionaire but didn't know his source of income.

But when he stepped inside, the sight before him nearly made him freeze. Ghost sat in a plush leather chair, his movements slow, deliberate. He swirled a glass of deep red wine in his hand, the candlelight reflecting off the crystal. His expression was unreadable, a calm storm behind those cold, calculating eyes. He took a measured sip before looking up at Specter, who was still catching his breath. "Did you hear about the current news?" Specter asked, his voice edged with restrained urgency. Ghost tilted his head slightly, setting his glass down with an almost lazy motion. "Yes," he said simply, his tone void of any emotion.

Daunting didn’t even begin to cover it. I squeezed my eyes shut, shutting off my computer. I grabbed my handbag and phone from the table, to get to the office—only to be stopped in my tracks by a notification that lit up my screen. ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Up for tonight, Red? ╰───────────────╯ My fingers tightened around the phone as if I could crush the memory of him with sheer force. ╭───────────────╮ Me: It’s over. Whatever games

" 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.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Gold and Silver Ghost’s expressions suddenly stiffened. In the next second, the two’s chests were shocked and their eyeballs even popped out. An invisible force forcibly squeezed the two’s hearts until they exploded! Gold and Silver Ghost were dead! Zella Yaeger just happened to watch the sudden death scene of the two people, she felt that it was extremely surreal. Gold and Silver Ghost, who had gone to great lengths in order to chase after her and even driven her to the brink of desperation several times, died in the blink of an eye in Aunt Rockefeller’s hands. Most importantly, Aunt Rockfeller had not even touched them with her own hands from start to end.