Ju On Black Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ryder closed the distance between them, concern etched on his features, “You’re driving through these paths, meeting all these people and you’re going to tell me you don’t remember anything, Jason? Anything at all?” His jaw hardened, and his bluish-grey eyes shot daggers at Ryder, “My name is Ghost for the last time...” “What the hell is Ghost? Really? Do you think your mother named you Ghost? Do you not wonder about your past? Your family? You’re not a Carianno...” “Don’t you dare speak about my fa...” He said through gritted teeth. Three black cars, pulled up behind them suddenly, drawing their attention to it.

"Went out? That's impossible! Joey that I know, would be here by this time of the day!" "Then where could he be this moment?" Rocky looked confused. "Wait, let's try to remember what happened when we were coming back to the dorm!" Jaden and Rocky sat down and start reminiscing what they encountered. "We saw someone that wore black and moved swiftly right?" Jaden asked while rubbing his head. "Yes," Rocky stares at him and replied. "Joey was telling us about ghosts before we heard footsteps at our back. When we turned, that same person we first saw, blew something to our faces, and that is what I remember last!" Jaden cracked up his brain to know what happened after then, but all to no avail.

Jason walked up quietly, two mugs of coffee in hand. Jason held one out. “Black. No sugar, no cream. I’d offer whiskey, but Leah would kill us both.” Ghost smirked faintly, taking the mug. “She’s got good aim. I’d rather face another Architect than a pissed-off Leah.” Jason chuckled, leaning beside him. The night was cool, cicadas humming. “How are you holding up?” Ghost’s jaw tightened, then loosened. “Better than yesterday. Worse than tomorrow. That’s the truth.” He sipped, then added, “But I’m not the man I was. That part’s dead, and maybe that’s a good thing.”

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

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.”

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

"My hands are itching to mark him. I need to bleed someone before I lose my head." Gideon caught his arm, a firm, grounding grip. "You think he’s the third? For real?" "I don't think. I know." Kan’s eyes flashed a toxic, glowing green. "We’ll bring him home. And when we do, we won't be gentle. He’s built for it. He’s a Blackwell ghost, a shadow of the Nash Rebellion. He can take everything we give." Kan walked out the door, the hunt already singing in his veins.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

The lighter arced through the air and landed on the kindling. At the same time, she pulled out her phone and went live—broadcasting what she called a "punishment execution." Surrounded by flames, my sister screamed in despair. "Adeline, my brother loved you so much! How could you do this to our parents?!" But all she got in return was a cold, mocking smirk. The fire consumed her. I watched it all, clawing desperately at the flames like a madman— But I was just a ghost. I couldn't do a thing.