Ghostface Backstory Novels & Stories

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

But the way she had treated my Queen of Ice on the stairs earlier made me want to snap her neck on the spot. "Your accent sounds like you're from North Africa. Is it true that nobody has seen your face because it's ruined? And you had a scar?" It was true. The real Ghost had a scar on his face. The legendary Ghost they knew had died months ago. I had taken his identity and used his name to find a way inside the Bratva. I pulled my arm free from her grasp and walked away. I couldn't stand her, not even for a second. I kept searching the room for Irina among the domestic staff, but her beautiful face was nowhere to be seen.

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.

"Shane found me in a bar. Said I looked dead. That was until some fucker was messing with me. He wanted to show off in front of his new little girlfriend, I hadn't gotten too far in fuckin' him up when Shane pulled me back. Told me about the Warriors. Thought it sounded like something that could save my life from either getting killed or being arrested. Austin made the same comment about how I looked dead because of my eyes, Ghost was created." "I'm glad you got patched in Ghost." I know more haunts Ghost than he lets on. I've seen the names of the men he has killed tattooed on him. I've also overheard my father mention some kind of mafia when it comes to him. I don't know the details, but I

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?

"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.

They never find a new family but mom and Helena had welcomed them into our home like a family after they were kicked out from the orphanage. Gavin joined the marines while Grayson took a driving job abroad. Until this moment it's not clear to us what Grayson really did all those years ago. Even in our get-together, he's as tight-lipped as he did years ago. Grayson had secrets and even if we're practically brothers, Gustavo, Gavin and I was an outsider. We understand that he lives a double life and he doesn't want to bring into our doorsteps whatever sh*t he has on his other life.

Mask came off. A guy. 22 years old. Hate in his eyes. Damian: "Name?" The guy spat. "Ghost." Damian: "Real name?" Guy: "Victor's dog." Kira cuffed him. --- _DAY 795: 12:30 AM - INTERROGATION VAN_ Guy: "I don't know where he is." Damian: "Liar." Guy: "Just money. Victor told me to teach you a lesson." Damian grabbed his collar.