Novel & Cerita Ghostface Backstory

"I was reborn." Julian's eyes widened. He was completely stunned. I continued. "In my last life, after you disappeared, I gave up my spot at Columbia and spent ten years on a pilgrimage. I thought I was atoning for your death." My voice was flat, as if telling someone else's story. "Ten years later, I learned the truth. You weren't dead. You were with Scarlett, building an empire on my ghost. I died of a heart attack and woke up at your funeral, in this life."

"Boss, I'm here. This is my new friend, Nathan. He just died not long ago and didn't know anything." "What was your occupation when you were alive?" The ghost hid in the darkness, with two eyes emitting green light, which was truly terrifying. "His identity was extraordinary, he used to be the No. 1 President..." "No. 1 President?" The ghost clearly became excited, even standing up. A green light scanned over Nathan and then shook its head. "The mighty No. 1 President, how could he have ended up in such a miserable state?"

Slow. We’d been played. Hard. Scarface slammed his fist into the wall. “He led us here. That bastard led us to a ghost house.” I lit another cigarette. My hands were shaking. “He bought time,” I said. “He bought hours.” Scarface kicked the door open and stormed outside. “Giordano’s gonna kill us.” “No,” I muttered, eyes scanning the woods. “Ghost doesn’t leave footprints,” I said to no one. “But we walked straight into his smoke.”

“What happened?” “Grams was murdered last year. Mom’s latest boyfriend sexually assaulted me during one of my episodes. She caught him before it went too far, but somehow, it was my fault. I think she was tired of me depending on her.” “Where’s the guy?” Ghost was grinding his teeth as he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders, not even wanting to speculate that they were still together. “Are you safe?” “Not really. The guys who killed my grandmother took a shot at me.”

His eyes widened with the horror of what he’d just let slip. My blood turned to ice. My parents. Who they were. I had never once spoken my parents’ names to anyone in this world. Not to Ethan, not to Thorne. In this life I had none. I was just the ghost from the foster system. I kept my face blank, pure confused innocence. “My parents? Lucas, they died in a car accident when I was a baby. They were nobodies.” He was already scrambling backward, panic tightening his features. “Right. Yes. Of course. I just meant… the uncertainty. Not knowing your lineage makes the pack elders nervous. Especially now.” It was a weak recovery at best.

"He's terrified of someone. He wouldn't say who." "Mira," I said. "Maybe. Or someone else. The empire didn't die with your father, Elena. It just went underground." "How do we find it?" Miriam looked at Lucien. He nodded. "There's a man," she said. "He goes by the name Ghost. No one knows his real identity. He's been operating in the shadows for decades, brokering deals between trafficking rings, moving money, cleaning up messes." "You think he knows where Mira is?"

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

He spoke up again, "Hey, it's okay, you know. I can understand you must be going through tough times to behave like that. So, you don't have to be like this." With his words, I turned to him after a few moments. There was no humor or something in his eyes but just warmth as he smiled at me. For some reason, my embarrassment was fading away and I tried to smile back, "Thank you." "That's better." He said as he settled on the chair at my desk, "Anyways, I am Tristan Hoult." He held out his hand for a handshake. I went through an inner battle to reach for it and at last did, "Eden McBride."

I pinched it on the side so it wobbled funny. Later, Emily Moreno came out of a door. The girl is our batch mate, but I'm not that close. Because this is one of my rivals with Zedrick who is still dead to my wife. "Oh, hi everyone! The one I've been waiting for is here!” It approached Zedrick and kissed. "Long time no see, Zedrick. You look even more beautiful now." Zedrick smiled. "Thanks. By the way, you're here," replied my husband who was still looking at the chest of the person in front of him because he was almost spitting on the shirt he was wearing as he forgot to wear a bra.

She had none left for this man. Grant nodded at the man. "Mel, this is Ghost." "Ghost? As in...?" "As in the only person who can probably help your new friend here." Ghost looked past her at Ethan. "You're about to become the black market's most wanted. You can either face that on your own, and good luck to the idiots who come after you. Or you can come with me. Know that I don't trust you. You might have played well with Rambo Barbie here, but I can tell you're barely human anymore."