Miramounts Ghost の小説・ストーリー

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

Her father’s signature was at the bottom. "It's a fake," I said. "The pack elders said it's real," Julian said. He grabbed Norah’s arm. "She’s mine by law. Step back, or my men will kill you." Norah looked at the paper. She breathed fast. Then she stepped toward Julian. "I'll go," she said. "Norah, no," I said. I reached for her. She turned to me, her face was blank. "He’s right," she said. "I'm a ghost. It's time I went back."

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

“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.

He pushed his glasses up his nose. "About time you got here," the kid said. His voice was high, slightly nasal. "Did you get the stuff?" Silas stepped forward, wincing. "I brought the drive. But I want to know why you are working for the woman who put a price on my head." The Ghost sighed, rolling his eyes. "I am not working for her. I am bleeding her. She thinks I am helping her launder money through the crypto markets. In reality, I am siphoning every cent she makes into a blind account."

“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."