Ghosting Novel Novels & Stories

Dinner with Catalina awaited. The laptop was closed behind him. None sent messages. No truths revealed. Just silence-predigested, tragically restrained. And somewhere else in the world, a woman who'd been taught to get on without him chuckled at something some other man said, blissfully unaware that her name had just been written and scrubbed out a dozen times by a ghost who couldn't stop loving her enough to keep quiet

“I shouldn’t have ghosted you like that, Nick—” “GHOSTED?” He snapped. “You fucking vanished, Alina! Not a text. Not a call. Not a goddamn pixel of your existence! For an entire fucking day! You think that’s ghosting?!” I flinched. My mouth opened. Closed. He laughed. Bitter. Hollow.

"Is something wrong with the ending of the book or are you just happy that we do not have to worry about photographers bothering us?" Elena looked at her book, the one that made her a writer again as Nora Vale. ". " She said softly. "I was just thinking about the name 'Ghostwriter' that Silas used to find me. It is weird that a name that was supposed to help me disappear actually helped me get my life back."

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

I wanted to stay and rummage through more of the files but after making confetti of one of the documents, Ghost practically threw me back into the shaft and now I’m on my hands and knees crawling back to Low and his annoying growls. I can feel Ghost behind me but he waited until I had moved a fair distance from the room before following me, I’m not completely sure but I’m guessing it's because he didn’t want my ass in his face.

I had stayed in my room, staring at the door, waiting for a letter that never came. The "Ghost" had vanished. I wondered if he had grown tired of me already. I sat by the window, my Novel open to a random page. I wasn't reading . I was letting my mind wander to all the places that I couldn’t reach. "You look like a Victorian painting, Amaya. All tragic longing and pale." I turned to see Regina leaning against the doorframe. She looked as impeccable as ever. She walked in without waiting for an invitation, pouring herself a glass of water from the carafe.

My breathing came ragged, uneven, each thrust sending a jolt of sensation through me that only sharpened the ache she was digging into my chest. Her fingers slipped in the back of my hair, gripping hard as she leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine. Her moans mixed with my gasps, her lips brushing against my mouth. I was losing it, losing myself to her, to this. “Do you even know why Ghost exists?” she kissed my lips and I tried to kiss her back but she didn't let me, “He exists because it was easier to let him carry the weight of what she did to you. Ghost exists because Alessandro couldn't handle it. Ghost is anger, pain, hate, the things you weren’t allowed to feel. The things you

It was that kind of feeling where I knew something big was about to happen, and I was caught between wanting to run toward it and bolt the other way. Every nerve in me was on edge, my brain working overtime trying to play it cool, even though all I wanted to do was roll my eyes at how ridiculous it was. Ghost’s text flashed across my screen: “Send me your address.” I had sent it to him hours ago, and he responded with his usual cryptic edge, warning that he wouldn’t tell me when he’d show up or give any other details. It was all part of his game—keeping me on edge, making sure I never felt too comfortable.

In our own ways, of course. Alexandra was bold, too bold at times. Lesley was on her phone ready to throw in an innuendo at any time. Noelle and her teasing always brought a smile to our faces. Melody was able to read through people and their bullshit. I was there to fill in for all of them and prove myself resourceful. "He just... ghosted me. Who does that?" Vanessa said sadly. "Men tend to do that babe." Lesley rolled her eyes, scrolling on her phone.

And I can't wake up to her scent covering me. 'Why? Do you think you’re going to actually start feeling something for the girl you continuously push away?' Ghost mocks me. 'I'm not going to feel anything for her. She's nothing to me. But the more time we spend with her, the more time her scent is under our skin, the harder it's going to be for you when she's is no longer needed. Just saving your heart.' I respond. He roars in my head and disappears to the back where I can't see him. I pull open my laptop and start looking through the latest finance report.