Ghostface Hot Novels & Stories

Jack said, “you’re Ghost. You go under.” Her eyes met his. Steady. Ready. “Same cover as last time?” she asked. “New skin,” Jack said. “No links to ASIO. You start where the high-frequency chatter lives—pop-ups, private raves, basement clubs that require a ‘colour’ at the door. You’re not buying. You’re listening. Luke shadows you—silent, invisible, only visible if you decide he is.” Luke’s grin was lazy; the eyes weren’t. “Copy, Ghost. I’m your bad vibe.”

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

She almost wanted him to say the words magically delicious. "Fuck you, leprechaun." Marco presented his middle finger. "I'm Felix." The blond held out his hand toward Fiona. "Hi." "So, what kind of trouble are you in?" Felix turned toward Marco. "I'm sorry-who are you?" Fiona glanced between the two new men. "I work with them," Marco replied. "Ghost is here." "Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost?" Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scowled. Unlike the other two, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His arms flexed and the thick, dark tattoos seemed to dance down his arms.

Rafaelle had a sullen look as he explained. “Before that, I got the trademark of who it was. It’s Ghost.” I rubbed my jaw at the information. Now it made sense why we were having difficulty tracking the phone calls in the beginning. No one had ever seen Ghost before but he was reputed to carry out any scheme without being traceable in the least. Hence, the name Ghost. The interesting part was that Ghost didn't work for anybody and only performed a one-time task. This meant Gaetano was paying him millions to keep him around for longer.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

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.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

I smiled wickedly when I took a selfie of my current position and sent it to him. Me: Do you like my new socks? Ghazi: Fuck, yes. Order more. Get some that reach your thighs. I grinned before typing back my answer. Me: Pastels? Or rich sexy colors? Ghazi: Pastels and nude. I'm on my way back. I didn't reply to his text. Instead, I ordered more men's lingerie and stockings before getting back to watching my favorite gay p**n. He gasped when he storms into the room and find me in his bed, all ready and horny while watching p**n. Okay maybe the volume was too loud and that made Ghazi hurry himself to me.

Bella was quite surprised by the bar, just as Austin said that this place was just to trick the government so that he could escape various accusations and even very high taxes. The place was much wilder than imagined, it could even be seen very clearly when VIP guests and even some of the country's top officials asked to open the secret room and several apparitions appeared that Bella could never have imagined so far. So many important people and even very scary mobsters were there and they were gambling very seriously, and there were ladies of the night serving them drinks while bare-chested and dancing seductively. It is not uncommon for those who lose to choose to beg for a loan or even b