Novel & Cerita Los Fantasma De Mi Ex

No damn footage. Not even a shadow on the CCTV. Either the ghost of my dead ex is a freaking ninja, or I’m going insane. But I’m not. I can't be. I've lived through wars, assassinations, betrayals..but this? This is crawling under my skin and burrowing into my brain like a parasite. It’s making me question everything. Including myself. I slammed my fist into my desk this morning. Not once. Not twice. Three damn times. My Beta had to pull me away before I broke bone. He says I need rest. What I need is answers.

Mia watched the man, who was covered in tattoos flench his muscles as he carried the naked hottie to the bed and climbed on top of her. He soon tore her panties, bent to lick her pussy which made the lady shiver, then he dipped his fingers inside her. Playing while he was inside. Mia felt a little tingling between her thighs and just then, her phone chimed. As she expected, she saw him again… the only man that made her heart race even though he was miles away. It was her ex, Claus.

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

Hearing those words from someone else made it sound like a story about a stranger. After enough pain, numbness set in. The memories that had once kept her awake all night no longer had the power to shake her. She gave a faint, indifferent smile. “Like you said, he’s just an ex. As far as I’m concerned, he’s as good as dead. Why would I remember him?” “As good as dead.” “Why would I remember him?” Sean stood in the shadows and heard every word. Each one cut straight through him. The March wind brushed past him, and a coldness spread through his chest.

So much more that I can’t tell him. “Does Tara know?” I shake my head. “You shouldn’t have come to Chicago, Maya,” he murmurs, leaning away from the wall. “The funny thing about ghosts is that they always come back to finish what they started.” My forehead scrunches in confusion. “I am… I don’t…” The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. Finn steps out first, disappearing behind a wall without as much as a glance back.

Vittoria whispered, fear bleeding into her voice. I looked up at the man who had been haunting my life for weeks. The man whose presence felt like both threat and unfathomable salvation. “I'll rather sell myself to Vito Castellano.” I said hoarsely. Yes Vito is my Ex-Fiance's Stepbrother and the most feared man in the country and Italy but at least he's worth it right? One hundred and ninety thousand dollars won't shaken his pockets. "You don't know what you are saying Zoya, Vito is-"

What the hell would his wife think of his ex-girlfriend spending the day with him? “Keep your eyes on the road,” I snapped, forcing his gaze away to maintain some dignity. “I’d appreciate not getting into an accident,” I grumbled, trying to sound annoyed. Today, we didn’t have Bianca or Joshua to save us from ourselves. We’d have to keep as much distance as possible, or I’d be damned, no question. It wasn’t long before he turned on the radio to fill the hours left on the road. As Marcos sang loudly, making me laugh, I was happy. I recorded his ridiculous singing of songs I hadn’t heard in ages on my phone, a reminder that my life here could be good, fun, and peaceful again.

It moved with predatory intent, closing in on her. Then, out of nowhere, I saw him—Craig. My ex, the beta I had loved, who had died under mysterious circumstances. His face appeared, but it was twisted—haunted, hollow, unrecognizable. His eyes—once warm and familiar—now cold and unyielding, bore into mine with a chilling intensity. “Craig?” I whispered, voice trembling. “No… this can’t be.” He took a step closer, a ghostly smile curling across his face. “I’m sorry for everything,” he murmured, voice echoing in the silent woods. “You left me behind... but I’m still here.”

It was exhausting. “I’ll freshen up,” I finally said, heading to my room to be alone. As soon as I got there, I picked up my phone and dialed Jason’s number. He answered quickly, like he had been waiting for my call. “Hello, Liam,” he said. “Do you have anything for me?” I asked without wasting time. I needed answers. Something, anything. “No, sir,” Jason replied, his voice calm but serious. “This Mateo guy is like a ghost. He’s not in the system. Nothing under his name. It’s like he doesn’t exist.”

REBECCA'S POV I always knew there was a part of me that was off—maybe nuts, if we're being honest. But I never thought I'd live to see the day I'd have to drag out my inner psycho... as a defense mechanism. "Get the heck out of my company, you crazy freak. I'm so ashamed to even call you my ex-wife." Felix glared at me like an object he wanted to get rid of in the next minute. But unfortunately for him, we were both stuck in the game.