Ghosting Novel Novels & Stories

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She bit her lip, reached for my hand— and her phone rang. Loud. Pierre. She opened her mouth to explain. I cut her off. "You're busy. Don't bother. I get it." That threw her. She gripped my hand tighter, searching for whatever she'd lost. The phone kept ringing. Finally, under my stare, she let go. "I'll come to the 101st proposal," she said, then left. I went to my room. Slept like I hadn't in years. Once I finished the handover at work, Sonia Quindt would never see me again.

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

I was always on the talking stage. I don't know how to say that I don't want to continue our conversation. I don’t know how to end a conversation, so that’s where ghosting leads. When will I be able to move on from this sluggish talking stage? "That's what I'm saying; keep ghosting people!" Keziah said when the IT student who was my schoolmate passed by. I let out a deep sigh. I also left Keziah behind. As though I had nothing to hide, I started to walk beside her.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Just poured himself a coffee, black and bitter, and leaned against the counter like the weight of the building could hold him steady. Ghost appeared like he always did, silent and sudden, leaning in the doorway with a cigarette burning low. His pale eyes cut across the room, landing on Rhett, steady and unblinking. “You didn’t sleep,” Ghost said. Not a question. A fact. Rhett took a swallow of coffee that burned all the way down. “Didn’t need to.”

“Your luck is that you didn’t take off your masks. This way, it will always be a fairy tale and he will always be your prince.” She sighs, looking with unseeing eyes. “OMG, did something happen? Did he harm you in any way?” I grab her elbow worried, and she distorts her face at me. “No, he is a nice guy. But you never know, destiny sometimes can be cruel.” “What aren’t you telling me?” She sighs again, closing her magazine on the counter. “We exchanged numbers at the party. I wrote him a cute text, but he is ghosting me. I even made a fool out of myself and texted him again. Even if I never do that.”

Oliver whispered softly. ​Behind his warm smile, however, Oliver’s mind was already executing a cold, ruthless calculation. As soon as Vivian retired to her room for the night, Harrison and Eleanor were going to learn what happens when someone touches the Ghost Billionaire's wife.