Pac-man Ghostly Adventures Betrayus Novels & Stories

I snapped, crossing my arms. He grinned and licked his lips. “I can see why he picked you. I’m Ghost, the Beta of Venom,” he said, reaching for my hand. I cringed, but let him take it, he kissed the back of it. Ghost … you certainly will be soon if I can help it. Please don’t haunt me though, that’s all I need. “The walk over here made me get quite a thirst, you have a drink by chance,” I asked, giving my best smile, polite but not overly forced. Something told me this guy didn’t get many females to himself, Beta or not.

They were like vampires or ghouls. “Sekhmet’s ghouls,” she said with a laugh. “Some discovery, Tish.” The creatures snarled in her direction. Beatrice crawled away before he could smell her. Another one of Ignatius’ followers came from the direction of the sarcophagus room. It saw her and moved toward her with incredible speed. Beatrice darted to the side, hitting her shoulder on the wall. She crawled through another opening. This opening she could stand in. Beatrice ignored her aching shoulder and ran as fast as she could. She heard them hissing behind her. She tripped over something but she didn’t see what it was. Beatrice got to her feet and ran. She almost laughed at the stream of light.

They surrounded me from different angles, their eyes gleaming with hunger and malice. I ran with everything I had, praying I could outrun their attack. Suddenly, a sharp ache tugged at my lower belly, and fear spiked in my chest, but there was no way I could stop now. Behind me came a chorus of growls. A rush of hot, foul air hit my back, followed by sharp pain. Claws raked across my flesh, tearing a burning line down my spine. I hit the ground, rolling twice, just barely managing to shake the wolf off me. However, when I looked up, I froze. The exit was blocked. Both front and back were sealed with countless glowing green eyes staring at me in the dark like fireflies.

“You weren’t forced. You wanted it. I swear on my life. I don't remember much too but I swear, I did not take advantage of you. I would never do that to any woman” My lips parted, but no words came out. I wanted to deny it, scream at him, blame him for my misfortune but the ache in my body, the flashes in my head, the way my skin still burned with ghostly traces of his touch. It all betrayed me. For some weird reason, I believed this man. “This is insane,” I muttered, rubbing my temples as if the pressure in my head could be pushed away. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He sighed, running his hand down his face, then sat at the edge of the bed, his back facing me. “Trust me, I didn’t pla

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

“Stay close to me.” Outside, chaos had completely erupted. The gunfire was relentless. The attackers were highly trained mercenaries. Ivan cursed under his breath, grabbed a submachine gun from a case, and narrowed his eyes. “They dare step foot on my turf? They have a death wish." As he barked orders, he kept a firm grip on my wrist, leading me toward the villa’s emergency escape route. “Madeline, don’t be afraid,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m here.” The battle outside raged on. Through the shattered windows, I caught sight of a familiar figure, Leonardo.

I gulped. With his fingertips slowly gliding through my exposed thighs, Ghost began speaking, his words rasped. “This isn’t coming from a place of support for something as inhumane as human trafficking, but are you delusional? When you involved yourself into the crime society, did you delude yourself with the idea that the mafia is a bed of roses?” His front pushed into me, his slightly growing bulge rubbing against my thigh. I whimpered at the contact, attempting to wriggle my way out of his grasp. But one push into me and I recoiled, surrendering myself to him.

“The ghosts of the past, Ghost and Specter reduced to nothing more than scraps at my feet.” "I have anticipating for your arrival from the day you gave me hint about the blueprint." Footsteps approached. Matteo emerged from behind a pillar, his sleeves rolled up, blood splattered across his shirt and neck. He looked exhausted, but the smirk on his face was unmistakable. He glanced down at Specter and Ghost, shaking his head in disbelief. “All those years. All those late nights. The whispers. The planning. The betrayal.” He turned to Adrian. “And in the end, they were outsmarted by you alone.”

His eyes met Vittorio’s, steady. Ghost rubbed his jaw. “Feel better?” “Not yet.” I spat. “You’re the only one I trust, Ghost. So, how the hell did this happen? You’re supposed to smell betrayal before it happens.” “I don’t know. But I will.” My chest heaved. Then I pointed at him. “You stay here. Find the damn art relic. Give it to the Frenchman. I don’t care how you do it. Just don’t fuck that up too.”

[The Puppet Master] The dawn over New Macau was a cruel, mocking gold, painting the ruins of the Core in a beauty we hadn't earned. Jinyan’s hand was a vice around mine, his knuckles white, his breath hitched in a jagged rhythm that signaled the return of the ghost. The monitor’s red text—Biological Overwrite Initiated—wasn't just a notification; it was the sound of a lid closing on a coffin.