Novel & Cerita Ghostface Backstory

They had no choice but to cremate him since no one could get his body out of Bonnie’s house. Everyone had learned why and how Ghost got his nickname and it wasn’t because of his pale skin. Williamson had locked him in a cell while everyone waited for the ambulance to come for Matt. When Williamson had gone back to the station after leading the disaster efforts, Ghost was gone. Williamson had sworn up and down that he had frisked Ghost before he put him in the cell. He had taken Ghost's lock pick from him. An APB was put out on Ghost, but no one matching his description had turned up. The deputies felt that he was long gone.

I could still hear Jake's voice in my head. "Even when the truth is right in front of you..." That bastard! He had this planned the whole time. We had been dating for years before I met Dante and it turns out I never really knew him as much as I thought. The man he turned out to be; Ghost. I would never have thought that Jake Pennington of all people would be capable of something like that. When he left me in Vegas for years, was this what he had gone after ? A freaking mask?

"Since i was eighteen. I used to be a drug addict since i was sixteen, by the age of seventeen jay saw me the first time on the streat. I was homeless and stealing needing my next fix. He saved me and we've been together ever since" I know arya came from a bad background but so do i. I decide to give the baby some more encouragement. "It's hard at first to trust people, but jay is a good person and i know ghost is one too. Just be yourself don't be scared, no one will hurt you i promise. You got ghost , ace and me as your honoured brother. We'll keep you safe" "Thank you Mathew and i do count you as a brother too" she whisper "Your welcome baby girl" i say kissing her little nose.

Naksh asked in excitement while Krish clenched a sheet of paper lying on the desk in anger, Naksh gulped, seeing how much he was in rage. He then bit his lips as he added, “ Well.. As far as my knowledge goes.. You weren't meeting different person or ghosts, actually, all those assistants who came to you for job and then suddenly disappeared were the same person, but with different identity... Bloody hell, this person must be very rich or else how could she manage to use such an expensive technique of using facial mask? ”

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

" I want to question him further, but I might start talking about what I already know about his company. I thus don't say anything in the hopes that he will. The way he described his godfather, Ghost, was very different from how he had previously described anything. He feels a connection with the man and refers to him as family. However, he made reference to doing something repulsive; perhaps this is the reason he hadn't talked much about Ghost in the past. One of the few occasions Ethan has talked about his history without my prodding is now. He consistently sidestepped any of my questions with his endearing humor and is utterly closed off.

“Mm.” A look of remorse surfaced briefly in Jay’s eyes. He finally believed Rose’s words. There was something in Tourmaline Estate that hurt Jenson. Jenson’s autism was not congenital. After breakfast, Jay gave a call to Grayson. He arranged for ‘Ghost’ to enter Tourmaline Estate. Grayson hung up the call, his face morose. Ghost was the trump card team of bodyguards working under the president. Ghost was a team of four. However, they were very capable nonetheless. Their identities were kept secret and they had never shown their faces to anyone before.

I noticed his eyes lingering on me just a bit longer when we were teenagers, and I was hyper-aware of every stolen glance afterward. He was shifting on his feet, and I sighed, stopping the harassment, “Do we at the very least know the true identity of the rogues from last night?” Finn breathed a sigh of relief, “That, I have an answer for,” he walked over to his desk, snatching up a paper from the surface, “Archie Green and Jack Carson. They have no known association with any of the surrounding packs, and as far as I can tell, they’re ghosts.” “Shit,” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. “Fucking untraceable.”

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

he informed me, accepting the tea I offered with a grateful nod. "Looking for me?" I laughed softly, the sound hollow and empty. I stirred my own tea, watching the leaves swirl. "I'm already dead. What does he want with a ghost?" The Beta—Kane—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "He refuses to accept your death. He's been to your old clinic at least a dozen times, interrogating your former staff. He's tried to contact all your former friends and colleagues." A flicker of unease passed through me. "Has he found anything?"