Novel & Cerita Ghosting Novel

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

​The figure smiled, revealing teeth made of "Dialogue-Fragments." ​"I’m the Ghostwriter," he said. "And I’ve been hired by your father’s Real-World Estate to file an injunction. But it’s gonna get messy." ​Suddenly, the red ink began to flood the 401st Chapter, turning the blue sky into a dark, rainy night in a city that shouldn't exist. ​[NARRATIVE ERROR: GENRE-FLIP DETECTED. ROMANCE-FANTASY IS NOW... NOIR-THRILLER.]

Because the message was only one sentence long. One sentence. Twenty years of silence. Twenty years of questions. Reduced to seven words. I swallowed hard. Then read it aloud. “If you’re reading this, we’re already losing.” Nobody spoke. The words settled over the room like smoke. Darius cursed under his breath. Zariah stared at the page. I stared at Gabriel’s handwriting. For the first time since this nightmare began, he no longer felt like a ghost. Ghosts don’t leave messages. Ghosts don’t make plans.

I cannot stop when my fingers have danced on the black keyboard on the bed. My second novel’s character is named Eros Darwin — as the main character who has multiple personalities. I purposely gave Eros Darwin a psychopathic character in this novel; at least, he still lives in a world of fiction. “Eros,” I whispered as my fingers typed Eros’s name into the paragraphs on the flat screen. “Why is it so cold?” I touched the back of my neck because I felt something cold passing there and then spontaneously turned my face to the open balcony.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Normally, the sound of men moving, talking, working would be a constant hum in the background, but now it’s just stillness. Ghost doesn’t say anything as we get into the car, but I can tell he’s watching me. I don’t ask what’s on his mind. I don’t want to know. The drive is quiet at first, the low rumble of the engine the only sound between us. Eventually, Ghost speaks. “You’re waiting for something to go wrong.” It’s not a question. I stare out the window. “Everything’s too calm. It doesn’t feel right.” Ghost nods slightly. “You were trained to expect betrayal. That shit doesn’t go away overnight.”

Is she not in control of him? He paced sideways slowly, seemingly in deep thought. She watched as he moved with her head tilted a little, her eyes moving down to his feet. Are those legs even touching the floor? Ghosts don't walk. Or do they- Her thoughts were cut short when the door suddenly burst open with her sister standing in the door way. She could see Damien had stopped pacing from the corner of her eye and was watching her sister just as she was also. "Aren't you going to school today, Miss perfect attendance?"

SAMANTHA He ghosted me. He actually ghosted me. I paced my apartment like a crazy person, bare feet slapping against the cold floor, my phone clenched tight in my hand. A week. Seven full days. No text. No call. Not even a glance on campus. Just... silence. I stopped pacing long enough to glare at my phone. Still nothing. "This is worse than when he used to pay me to sleep with him," I muttered, hurling the phone onto my bed like it had personally offended me.

It was Red's hand and he had been monitoring her from afar for a while. He was willing to prevent her from falling to the ground but the opposite was the case. Her weight had pulled him down and immediately, he landed on top of Crystal in a dark room. Their lips were pressed on each others lips and with shock , Crystal left her eyes wide open. Oh My God. She spoke within herself.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]