Ghostwritting Novels & Stories

--- ## Chapter 60: The Pen and the Void "I can't write 'Objects' anymore," Hope cried, tears of pure ink trailing down her cheeks. "The 'Editor' has locked my permissions. Marcus sold the 'Creative Rights' to the Investors. I can only write **Context**." "Then give me the context!" I yelled.

“Gonna wreck you in a real bed next time. Lights on. So I can watch your face when I make you come again. And again.” Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched hard. He turned, started walking back toward the group—whistling like nothing happened. I stared at the contact name glowing on my screen. Smiled so wide it hurt. Already typing. Me: You’re insane. I hit send before I could overthink it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read it, glanced back at me over his shoulder with that wicked grin. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless: You love it. I bit my lip. Yeah. I really, really did.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

But this time, it wasn't the humans looking in. It was something coming out. A pack of wolves made of pure "Redacted" static, their eyes glowing with the "Author's Ink" black. "The 'Abandoned Drafts'," Seraphina whispered. "The ones who were never given a 'Law'."

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."

As if someone invisible was writing. ✍️ Dear Eryx, If you’re reading this… then I failed. 😨 The writing continued. They erased me. But they couldn’t erase love. 💔 If you remember me one day… Don’t come looking for me. Because something is waiting beyond the memories. ⚡ The room suddenly shook. Violently. 💥 The writing disappeared. The notebook burst into silver flames. 🔥 Gone. Forever. ⸻ 🌙 The Awakening The darkness below the mansion started moving.

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

In these three days that I was burying myself in books, I haven’t noticed the capital how strange it is. I didn’t pay attention to it because I was focusing on my brother’s matter. In the third day, I asked Edward to take a stroll in the city. At first sight, you think that it is a village. I don't know why, but it seemed a little small from far away. There is a big wall surrounding it, a stupendous unalterable fence. It's solid and apparently impenetrable, when you get closer to it, there are some weird writings ; I can read this language, it’s an ancient language that few people knows. It says something about making objects or living being smaller in size. I came down from the carriage, Ed

Chapter 45 The three young werewolves from the Gaia clan, Mary, Hael, and Kai, had embarked on a journey to the Water Nation, their hearts pounding with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. The Water Nation, renowned for its pristine waters and breathtaking landscapes, was about to host the annual werewolf competition, an event that brought together the most skilled and talented werewolves from all corners of the werewolf world.