Ghostface Stu Macher Novels & Stories

My skin steamed in the open air, the light catching every hard cut of my abs, my chest, my arms. I didn't bother with a shirt. Let them fucking look. Let the see the scars on my chest and remember who owns this city. I headed down the marble staircase, water dripping from my hair, each step echoing through the mansion. Two of my men were waiting in the main hall…Ghost and Franco. They straightened the second they saw me, standing on either side like statues. In the far corner, hunched over a sleek black laptop, was Pietro—my tech specialist.

) I whisper. He keeps looking at me confused, but before he gets to say anything, I say. (I, Mila Gibson from Storm Forrest Pack, reject you Adam Thompson from the Crescent Moon pack as my mate.) I feel our mate bond fading, I wipe my tears at the look of hurt and shock that he has, and I walk away without another word. (I’m sorry Adam, but not even a bond created by the goddess is going to get in the way of me getting what I want.) I say to myself and make my way to my car.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

Ghost said beside Hacker, they are both running on the treadmill, "Why the change of mind?" Hacker asked, "Nothing, just tell me if you are not interested, I can't blame you since you get new friend now" Ghost said annoyingly, "Well, I like it, at least, she doesn't think I am a kid," Hacker said, "Whatever." Ghost and left to another angle of the training hall. "Hey," Butcher said with a smile, standing beside Mauler as she put on her training gear. "What do you want?" Mauler asked gruffly, not looking at him.

Harper’s POV The word hangs in the heavy, suffocating air of the executive office. Disgust. I watch his dark eyes closely. For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying mask of the mafia boss cracks. I can see a distinct, undeniable hit of raw pain flash across his handsome face. It looks as if I just reached into his chest and physically squeezed his heart. But the vulnerability only lasts for a microsecond before he violently suppresses it. He regains his composure, his jaw locking into place as his face returns to its normal, blank, stoic norm.

"Go on then, 'Zero'. Show us how a god bleeds." I didn't answer him. I was busy unwrapping the bandages from my left arm. The flesh underneath was grey and cracked, like dry river mud. Veins of glowing blue entropy pulsed faintly beneath the skin. It didn't hurt—not usually. The nerves had been burned out long ago. But the machine... the machine would reconnect them. It would force the ghost of my nerves to feel everything. "Jack," Marcus stepped in front of me. "Let me do it. My pain tolerance is higher. I've taken bullets."

This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld. Macho lowered his massive frame onto the chair opposite Sabastine. His piercing eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow, sized up Sabastine, evaluating him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Sabastine met his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What's brought you here, and what do I owe you?" Macho's voice rumbled, a low and gravelly timbre that resonated within the confines of the prison visitation room.

he smiled faintly, “it’ll hurt.” The man spat blood on the floor. “Fuck you.” Instantly, the air filled with a faint electrical hum. The man screamed, a deep, guttural sound that made me cover my ears. His muscles spasmed violently for a few seconds before he went limp again, panting. Lucas sighed. “Oh, right. Forgot to mention you can’t use curse words either. The system doesn’t like profanity.” My eyes widened. I glanced at him. “What kind of machine is this?” “One that ensures honesty,” he said simply, and a smile tugged at my lips.

Ethan was with us along with Gabriel and her two friends. " Let's first ride that ! ", Gavin squealed Pointing at a ride. It was followed by loud gasps from Gabriel and her friends. I looked to where Gavin was pointing his finger and instantly my eyes went wide on seeing what it was. It was the freaking Tornado and it looked like death. " Woah ! It's gonna be so thrilling. ", Grace squealed excitedly. " Oh hell no ! ", Gabriel said shaking her head. " I'm not riding it."

He was a mafia heir who controlled life and death with the same indifference he used to handle a puck on the ice. ​Kieran suddenly lowered the phone, his shoulders tightening. He didn't even turn around before he spoke. "Why are you just standing there staring, Yara." ​I startled slightly, gripping the strap of my tote bag tighter against my side. ​He turned around slowly. His icy blue eyes locked onto mine, sharp and intense. He didn't make any move to cover himself or put on a shirt; he just stood there, his heavily built chest rising and falling with steady, controlled breaths. The small cut near his knuckle from last night was still there..