Novel & Cerita I'll Settle For The Ghost Of You

Tonight, we were at the diner eating comfort food. “I’ll help you study.” Ghost offered, spooning the last of his chicken pot pie into his mouth. “I’m too distracted when you are in the room.” “How about a bet?” He signaled for the check. “Ugh. I always lose.” “You do well on your exams, and you will be rewarded-intimately.” “By you?” “Wise ass. Deal?” The server took his card, coming back almost immediately. “Define well.” “Ninety or above.”

"So what’s the plan? What do we do next?" Ghost leaned back, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. "We wait." He picked up his glass again, swirling it thoughtfully. "Let them crawl out of the shadows, every last one of them, I mean his enemies. The moment they believe they have the upper hand, the moment they think they are winning… that’s when we strike. When the battle is nearly over, that’s when I will end it." Specter studied him for a long moment, the weight of those words sinking in. The calm before the storm. The patience of a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. And in that instant, he knew Ghost had already won.

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

Dante asked. "Where is what?" "Your endgame. Your leverage. Whatever you've prepared that made you think you could survive this long." Ghost coughed. Blood sprayed across his chin. "I don't have an endgame," Ghost said. "I never did. I just wanted you to understand something." "What?"

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

“You want me? Fine. But she stays out of it. They all do.” Ghost tilted his head, voice calm and cruel. “Do you think I’ve waited all these years just for you? No, Cruz. I’ve waited for the moment I could take everything from you. Piece by piece. Until you finally break.” “That’s what this is about?” I whispered, horrified. “Breaking you?” Ghost laughed, the sound echoing. “Not just him. You too. I want you to watch as he crumbles. And then…” His finger shifted toward our daughter. “I’ll take her.”

I caught Set's eyes, and he gave me a firm nod and a thumbs up—just when The Ghost wasn't looking. So I kept speaking. "If I am there, I would not only act as an insider but grant anyone of our members free passage into the pack to create as much havoc, and all the while I would be acting as the perfect little mate for the Beta..." "Silence," the ghost says, and I go instantly silent. "I think I have heard enough. I like it. You go back in seven days; now leave," he says, and I bow before walking away. Set is about to walk along with me, but the ghost calls for him, and I walk back to my room - or rather 'My Space', without waiting for him. I only hope 'The Ghost' hasn't been passed any wron

I'm still your Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

“What do you want, Ghost?” “Some fucking honesty!” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. I flinch slightly, frozen under his piercing gaze. “You’re honestly going to marry a woman, which means this—us—will always be hidden. A fucking secret.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What you want, Ghost, I can’t give you,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Ghost’s face twists in frustration. “I want some honesty!” he repeats, his voice raw. “What I want is for you to refuse to get married—or at least fucking delay it!”

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.