Ghosts Cast Novels & Stories

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

“Let’s break it down. Four roles. Four entrances.” She moved to a screen and scribbled rough silhouettes with her finger. “Me: tech contact. I’ll tap into their signal from outside and flood the performance feed if things go south. Vivienne: wildcard. You play a ghost. A face from the past they never expected. You only show yourself if it gives us an advantage. Dorian: ghost patron. You wear a dead man’s mask. One of the elite who ‘died’ in the last cull.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

“Then that means you saw a ghost. Oh my, you must be so scared “I didn't see any ghosts. Let's just leave. I can't stay here for another minute.” “I hope you don't. Ghosts are popular In horror movies. Sometimes, they look handsome. I don't want you to fall in love with a ghost,” Giana joked, causing them both to laugh out loud. She did see a ghost. The only difference was that the ghost she saw was from her past and he was handsome too. Handsome was an understatement. The ghost she saw was more than handsome to her. He was gorgeous. Bree ignored the reporters who tried to hear what she had to say about the burning building. She made her way past the crowd with Giana beside her.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

They were all professionals! Whoosh... Just when Philip thought he had Andrius cornered, a group of figures suddenly appeared behind Andrius like ghosts. They all wore black masks which only revealed their brilliant eyes. Their movements were skilled, and their aura was overwhelming. They were the Ghosts. When the Ghosts emerged, they immediately charged at the group of professionals. Andrius approached Philip step by step and slowly closed the distance. “Andrius Moonshade, it really is you!” Philip’s eyes were bloodshot and flashed with a trace of malice. “Since you’ve come today, you can stay here forever! I’ll leave this to you, Master Bronte!”

When they arrived in front of the doors, Ria turned around and looked at Kevin who was surprised to see her sudden reaction. "In this house... Are there any other ghosts besides you?" Ria’s word came out sceptical. Kevin smiled at her, who rarely said anything, finally curious about something. "No, just me." He replied. Ria nodded then opened the bedroom door. Kevin seemed to see her paused and wanted to say something but she didn't. Ria entered and closed the door slowly. Inside the room Ria leaned against the door and took a deep breath. “Damn… Why is a ghost looks so cute… It's really unfair…” Ria whispered and shook her head before took another step away from the door.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.