Negative Ghost Rider Meme Novels & Stories

Excerpt from the story: "What is this?" Alpha Ryder barks, pounding on the throne's armrest and smashing it to bits in rage. The trembling pack doctor replies in fear, her body shivering, "It... it's your wife's pregnancy report... She's pregnant... with triplets!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Alvina was dismayed when she found that her vile Alpha stepfather sold her to the most ruthless Alpha King, Ryder Winterfield, to be a breeder. She finds to her surprise on reaching Black Soul pack that the feared Alpha King's her mate, but he cruelly rejects her soon after. With no other choice, as her life is in great peril after being tested negative for pregnancy, she accepts a stranger's help to escape the pack and from her husband's clutches, willing to pay anything as the price. Alpha Ryder Winterfield, a ruthless man who murdered his entire family to get the throne, agrees to get the 6th breeder from the sly Alpha king of Blood Stone pack. He is stunned to find out the breeder who goes by the name of Alvina is his mate but he isn't ready for commitment. He just wants an heir and she can get lost. But he somehow is attracted to her, though he denies it. But when he's ready to tell her that she won't die, even if she isn't able to get pregnant within the earlier stated 30 days, and that he was willing to spend the rest of his life with her, he finds to his dismay that she has escaped with his unborn children. So he has a goal he must achieve- find his runaway Luna and the hidden triplets! Dive into the masterpiece that's abundant in romance, humor, mind-blowing plot twists, mystery, and amazeballs thrill that keeps you glued to your seat.

*Blurb* When the Vale Corporation collapses overnight, Elena Cross is handed to billionaire CEO Damien Wolfe like a debt payment. Her parents tell everyone it’s her sister Sophia getting married. Sophia is “too young,” “too fragile.” Elena is just the expendable one. On the wedding night, drunk and cold, Damien drags her to bed calling her “Sophia.” When he sobers up and realizes he married the wrong sister, he declares war. He won’t annul it. That would ruin the family. Instead, he traps her in his mansion as an invisible wife. Ignored, mocked, erased. For Elena lives like a ghost in her own marriage. Then she leaves. Alone. With nothing. And she comes back with a new name, and a company worth more than his. He thought she was replaceable. He’s about to learn she’s irreplaceable.

The story follows a cursed female werewolf– Lyra Noctis, born under an ancient and forbidden lunar phenomenon—one so rare that her birth requires the death of her mother. According to werewolf lore, females of her kind are not meant to form bonds, families, or unions. Any male werewolf who mates with her dies during the act, his life force consumed by the curse that sustains her existence. Despised by her father and feared by her pack, she grows up in forced isolation—no affection, no friendships, no future. Branded a living omen, she becomes a symbol of loss rather than life. Unable to bear the weight of her existence, she abandons her hometown, severing all ties to the past, and relocates to a distant city where she lives as a ghost among humans—quiet, detached, and deliberately unremarkable. There, she met an Alpha who has never shifted before and fate intervenes.

At Starlight Elite Academy, power is everything and Ivy Morgan has none.A silent scholarship student in a world ruled by wealth and influence, Ivy is dismissed, mocked, and overlooked by everyone… including the untouchable Ethan Cross.But Ivy is not who they think she is.Behind her quiet eyes lies a mind capable of rewriting entire systems a hidden genius, a master strategist, and a ghost in the digital world no one has ever been able to trace.When a series of mysterious system breaches begin to shake the academy and the powerful Cross Empire behind it, one question rises:Who is really in control?As Ethan’s suspicion turns into obsession and Eliana Scott’s rivalry turns dangerous, Ivy is forced to walk a thin line between staying invisible… and exposing a truth powerful enough to destroy everything.Because in a world built on status and secretsthe girl they called useless might just be the one who owns them all.

I found out I was the villainess of a romance novel called Sunshine Donna when I was already pregnant. For twenty-two years, I'd chased Renato Gatti without a shred of shame. Then came three years of marriage, just the two of us, wrapped up in each other. I'd thought it was everything. Then his true love showed up. According to the story, I was supposed to fall apart. I'd torment the girl, sabotage their relationship, and in the process, destroy myself. A bullet through the forehead. That was how it ended for Gianna Milano. I looked up. Renato was across the room, phone in hand, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He'd met her. Fine. This time, I'd step aside. But when I asked for a divorce— He cried. He begged me to stay. He threw the entire East Coast at the problem, just to keep me from walking out the door.

Vivian Kane is a ghost in the digital underworld, slipping into Alessandro Costello’s world like she’s always been there. She lifts his wallet with a swipe of her fingers, and just like that, she’s not only hacked his systems—she’s hacked his life. Alessandro Costello doesn’t do forgiveness. She’s made it personal, and now he’s out for blood. He’s ready to turn her life into a living nightmare, using every dirty trick he knows to make her regret ever crossing him. What starts as a simple theft quickly spirals into something far darker. They’re trapped in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, where every touch and taunt turns up the heat until it’s a steamy, no-holds-barred battle of lust and dirty games. In this twisted mind-fuck, trust is a luxury neither can afford.

At Opaline Corp, the lowest-performing employee had to eat a plate of pasta mixed with live worms. This time, Tristan Crocker lost three clients and landed dead last. To keep Tristan from feeling singled out, my wife, Wendy Kline, hit me with a nine-million-dollar performance penalty because I showed up one minute late while sick—even though I'd brought in three million in revenue. Just like that, I became the first employee in company history with negative earnings. Grinning, Tristan shoved the plate toward me. "Wendy updated the company rules last night to keep everyone in line. Anyone who's late gets penalized three times their performance. You always said mistakes deserve punishment. Now that it's your turn, you're not backing out, right?" Every eye in the room locked on me, waiting for me to lose it. Wendy quickly sent me a message: [The nine million is only on paper. It's not a real fine. With your talent, you'll earn it back in three months. Tristan's allergic to worms. If he ends up in the hospital over a punishment, it'll damage the company's reputation. And if people hear we punished an outsider, that'll look even worse.] [You're my husband. You're one of us. I love you, which is why I'm giving you the chance to show some leadership.] [Once this blows over, I'll give you an extra twenty dollars a month, okay?] When I didn't reply, she finally snapped. "Company rules apply to everyone, even the top performer. If you don't like it, you're free to leave." I nodded, unclipped my badge, and set it on the table. "Fine. I quit." I looked at her. "And while we're at it, let's get divorced."

In the third year that I've been diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, Xenia Jensen, the ex-girlfriend whom I have "abandoned" back then, barges into my rented apartment with the rest of her team that she leads as a police captain. Every day, I have to rely on large amounts of morphine just so I can force myself to stand like a regular human being. I can only twitch violently as I try to grab a pill bottle on the table, my skin completely riddled with needle marks. Xenia chuckles icily as she savors how pathetic I look. "Oh? It's been seven years since we last met, and yet I never thought you'd stoop so low as to become a drug addict. "Where did your gusto to get a better, richer girlfriend go? I can't believe you're willing to humiliate yourself just for some so-called medicine!" As soon as Xenia's words fall, I point at the pill bottle with a trembling finger. "Please, officer… Can you please give me my medicine?" Xenia chortles in response. She picks up the bottle before walking toward the bathroom, soon flushing it down the toilet. "You want your medicine? Go ask the peeps at the rehab for it! It seems both your heart and your body are rotten to the core after you left me for another woman!" I'm in so much pain that I'm convulsing violently right now. "Oh… Then… Am I going to die?" I curl up on the floor, hoping to tide over the latest wave of pain by using the method my doctor has taught me. But Xenia merely gazes at me coldly from the side. In fact, she starts recording me, saying that she wants to make me a living negative example.

Andrès was accused of murdering his boss. The boss of the company he and his wife works for. He was shocked by the accusation and betrayal of his wife and best friend but there was nothing he could do to prove his innocence because the CCTV footage in his boss’ office caught him serving his boss the tea that was spiked. He was tired in court and was given a life sentence for the murder of his boss’ death. Eventually, fate was on his side and he got out earlier than he ever imagined. Upon his return, he found out that his wife got married to his best friend. Driven by rage, he began working for a cartel and soon climbed the ladder, becoming the most ruthless Mafia boss. To some people, he is legendary and a ghost lord. With vengeance in his heart, he is out for blood. Go with me on this journey, to know what happens in this twisted triangle… Will ya?

After working five years as Ethan Moore's ghost architect, he once again handed off the position of the project lead to someone else. As usual, he dangled the carrot in my face. “Think about the bigger picture, Arya. Just wait a little longer. Until the firm’s next round of funding, and we get listed on the stock market, I promise I’ll make you the lead architect of the next project…” When I was twenty-one, I was a fool who willingly staked everything in an uncertain future with him. Now, I am twenty-eight. Years of waiting and endless revisions of blueprints had whittled away all the love and courage I once had. I packed up my portfolio and gave up on my lifelong dream of becoming an architect in Manhattan. I gave up on him as well. I’m not waiting anymore, Ethan.