Novel & Cerita Miramounts Ghost

Her mood turned gloomy because she knew, Mira was one of the fans who adored Luca Tybelg and it would only spell trouble if she blabs about the happening during lunch break. Mira was well-known in the company because of her exquisite beauty. She had long wavy black hair, big chests, sexy lips, a high nose, mesmerizing black eyes and beautifully angled cheeks. Her curvy body made her even gorgeous. She could be a supermodel because she was as beautiful as one, but, she chose to work in the travel agency. Maybe because of her beauty, a lot of people trusted her but no one knows that she was a two-faced coin. Jennet was probably the only person who could see through her mask because Mira always

With a final shove, he slammed Grayson against the cold metal of the morgue drawer. "This is her. Look at her! Look at the woman you abandoned—my sister!" Liam's voice was an icy blade, sharp and cutting. He forced Grayson to stare at my frozen body, lying there, still and lifeless. Grayson shut his eyes tight, his lips trembling as he muttered incoherently, "No, no, this isn't Belle. This can't be her! She's selfish, cruel, and vindictive. Someone like that doesn't just die—she wouldn't—she couldn't."

It had control over all of them, while she could only tap into three at any given time. Her Mirror Ghosts were optimized as much as she could, but even then they took up the majority of her allocated space. She watched as ComInt opened up more nodes and activated a third MemVault for itself.

I pick one up, and the moment my eyes scan the numbers, my whole body goes still. What the hell? I sit back on the edge of the bed, the paper trembling slightly in my hands. It doesn’t make sense. I stare at the account totals, the transfers, the assets. This isn’t club money. This is something else. Ghost has… a lot of money. Way more than any biker should.

"Check the comments. Someone leaked a clip of the 'cold spot' discussion from the livestream. The fans are going nuts. #HauntedMansion is beating #LoveChase." "So?" "So," Mira said, a smile spreading across her face. "We're pivoting." "Pivoting?" "The romance arc is great. The tragedy arc is great. But the Supernatural arc? That's the jackpot." She grabbed the tablet back. "I've already called the network. They authorized a budget increase. We're bringing in specialists." "Specialists?" Elion asked, dread pooling in his gut. "Like... therapists?" "Like mediums," Mira said. "Ghost hunters. We're going to rig the house with thermal cameras. EMF meters. Spirit boxes. We're going to find out wha

Far beneath the Dustborn capital, in a room no longer shaped like Earth, a mirror split into seven shards. Each shard whispered the same name: “Seren.” Sirelia rose from her throne. And watched as the obsidian beneath her feet cracked. Because the Ghost Feast wasn’t a farewell. It was a summoning. And now, Not even the dead could hide.

“I have been trying every avenue… but she’s like a ghost.” “A ghost? A ghost!” Miriam shrieked, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. She stopped pacing and slammed her open palm on a nearby table. A small, decorative vase rattled, but miraculously didn't fall. "A ghost doesn't have a name. A ghost doesn't work at Vernbuilds Corps. A ghost doesn't have the man I want following her around like a lost puppy!” She was a woman used to getting what she wanted, and the very idea of an obstacle, especially a low-born one like Norah, sent her into a blind, vicious rage.

“It turns out you didn’t just steal designs you also evaded taxes and laundered money through fictitious foundations.” Silas stared at Mavric in horror. “You… you have no proof!” “Oh, I have more than just proof,” Mavric smiled faintly a predator’s smile. “I have ‘Ghost’ that can breach every firewall you’ve built.” The economic crimes unit is already outside the building. “You might want to have your last glass of champagne now.” Back on stage, Liora pulled out a physical document from the folds of her gown the original will that had long been hidden by Silas.

He wet his lips with his tongue "I ain't got all day," Mira said impatiently. "We want a hundred large. Ten stacks. That makes one mil," he said. "There's no way I'm giving you guys one million bucks!" Mira disagreed vehemently. "For fuck sake, I paid you guys half a million already." "That was then," Viper smiled. "But now we know who you are. One million bucks shouldn't be a big deal for the only daughter of George McIntyre." She worked her jaw for a while and heaved a deep sigh. "Fine. Tell me where to put it."

The festival grounds had emptied in chaos after the scream, but I remained, staring down at the body lying unnaturally still beneath the ornate lights and decorations. Alpha Miras. A visiting alpha from Rivershade pack. His throat had been slashed with surgical precision, one clean, fatal swipe. No scent, no sound, no trace of struggle. The work of a rogue, one from the Blood Moon faction if I had to guess. They were silent, calculated. They were called ghost in the night for that. I clenched my jaw, feeling my wolf pacing inside me. ‘It’s not Elvira’ Lynx muttered, for the first time in a while.