Ghostface Backstory Novels & Stories

He sighed. She snuggled closer to him as they walked to his car. They were close to getting out. He was thrilled he’d managed to escape the Phantom and had found a cute girl who wasn’t scared of him. It sucked that Garrison died, but it was the downfall of their work. Especially since Garrison was a well-known tracker who’d already outlived two other partners. He’d been living on borrowed time.

Ghosts only existed in the heart! Zach hurriedly got up. "You… Who are you?!" He lost all of his earlier fear as he stared right at the 'ghost' in front of him. His expression was pale. Zach was no idiot. He realized what he had said and done earlier. He had revealed the truth behind his father's death! "Guess who I am? You kept calling me dad earlier. It felt so intimate," that person said. Zach reached out and grabbed a wig. "Who are you?! You tricked me into saying all that earlier… What are your intentions?! Everything I said earlier was fake! It was all false!" Zach said.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

Kairo had chosen it for me; it was a face that wouldn’t draw too much attention, yet beautiful enough to slip into any room unnoticed until it was too late. The changes weren’t drastic. A nose job to soften my features, liposuction to refine my jawline and my once-blonde hair was now dyed black. I dragged a hand through the strands, letting them fall over my shoulders. The woman staring back wasn’t the girl I used to be. That girl had died along with her family. Now, I was someone else. I was The Ghost.

“Was everything a fucking lie?!” I stood up straight. “No! It wasn’t all a lie.” I took a step forward as he took one back. “Kade, I… this was not the plan…you and me...” He scoffed. “I don’t believe you. But I do know how I am going to get the information I want.” I was no longer looking at the man who I had fallen for. Instead in his place was Ghost, the Mafia Don. Grabbing my forearm, he tugged me to the door. I began to pull back, but my efforts were futile.

I ended the call and got my bag ready because today is the day I turn my back to this world once and for all. my big brother has been murdered because of the fight between my family company and the other companies, and I don't want to be next in the line so I decided to run away. I went to some of my trusted friends and they agreed to help me fake my death in a car accident, I will leave my father, mother, second brother, Little sister who is always jealous of me, and my fiance his name is Alexander. "Natalia." speak of the devil and he appears, Alexander has arrived.

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Ghost. No last name. Adopted by Christopher Blackwell as a child. No blood relatives listed. No history of lasting relationships.” Vladimir put special emphasis on that word before trailing off. “Greymount, you said you sensed something earlier?” “I have commitment issues.” Snatching the olive from my drink, Ghost placed it between his teeth. “My favorite food is pancakes and I last took a shit this morning. I’ve also been having this reoccurring dream lately—”

I whispered into the receiver when the man on the other end answered. The voice was calm, almost mocking. “You want Ghost.” “Yes.” “You know the price. Ghost has been locked up for the first time in twenty years. To free him, shut it !!! You have done the lecture before.”. “You’ll get your money.” “Then wait.” The line went dead. For two long hours, I paced my office, my steps echoing in the silence. Finally, headlights cut through the front gates. A black van rolled into the courtyard. Two men in dark suits stepped out, and behind them, another figure emerged.

I say, sitting next to my brother, and Wyatt nods, shrugging his shoulder. “I hope the guy didn’t stay alive to tell the tale,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. “He is alive, barely,” I say, shrugging it off. Ghost was extremely proud and happy because of the bets. Everything was against me, and he bet on me, so he won so much money he couldn’t even count it properly. “Can we talk about the reason we are all here on a Sunday evening?” I let out, and Wyatt nods. “I’ve got intel for you,” Wyatt says, passing me a folder. I frown as I see a picture of a man I have never seen before in my life. “Recognise the guy?” he asks, and I shake my head.