Ghostface Backstory Novels & Stories

I knew this man was going to be my doom and I was willing to embrace that doom with opened arms. Silently, I raised a brow, indicating that his presence confused me seeing how he was a stranger who just barged into my space like he owned the place. With an outstretched hand, his deep, rough voice reverberated. “I’m Ghost.” I took his hand, shaking him professionally but startling at how small my hand was compared to his. “Ghost?” I repeated and he hummed a response. “A messenger for the Sanchez’s.” I immediately withdrew my hand from him with a snare. “My meeting was scheduled with the head of your famiglia.” Again, he hummed a response as he threw himself on the couch with a sigh.

I snuck a glance at Hawk, who had frozen at my pointed look. Yeah. None of us appreciated what we saw last time. The skirt and full-on makeup? Jesus. Everyone knew it was Hawk, apart from Asher, who just wanted to mess with him. There was a long pause on the other end. “Ah,” he murmured. “We’re resurrecting ghosts.” “Yes.” He chuckled softly. “I’ll bring the good adhesives.” I ended the call. The younger men exchanged uneasy glances. “Boss… all this. New lives, new faces… fake partners…?” One of them ran a hand through his hair. “For your woman who ran away?”

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.

“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—”

“ For twenty years, Ghost was untouchable. He could take anyone, anywhere, and no one ever stopped him. Police, Kings, politicians, businessmen. He was the shadow people feared but could never catch. Until now.” I leaned forward, my grip tightening on the phone. “Go on.” “For the first time in history, he’s been caught and locked away like an animal. But imagine if someone… freed him. Imagine if he walked in the world again. The kind of work he could do perfectly.” My heart pounded. Ghost. A man with no face, no weakness, no heart. If he worked for me, Diana would fall to her knees. Xander would break. And that child would be mine.

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.

please note that James St patrick in this story line will also be called Jamie or Ghost st patrick and Angela will also be called Angie Paz is Angela's best friend Aaron is Paz's son,Tommy is James Elder brother and Kanan is James smaller brother and Tasha is James cousin. Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance.