Novel & Cerita Scaring Ghost

He was her stepfather. He made her breakfast every Sunday while her mother was still alive. He was at her graduation. He kept a careful distance that Aurora noticed — and never examined. When her mother died, Aurora left and spent two years telling herself she had processed everything properly. She had not. Now her grandmother has handed her a red envelope with one name inside it. The same name. Aurora holds the note for a long time before she gets on the bus. Julian Oswald is forty years old. Cedar Falls knows him as a quiet widowed chef raising his daughter alone. What Cedar Falls does not know — what the entire culinary world has been trying to discover for years — is that Julian is the Ghost Chef. The anonymous billionaire behind the world's largest culinary empire. A face no one has ever photographed. His five-year-old daughter Lily has not spoken a full sentence since her mother died. She has not eaten voluntarily. Not for anyone. Until Aurora walks through the door. Lily says one word after two years of silence — a name she should not still remember — and Julian goes completely still on the porch. That is when Aurora understands she is not walking into a contract. She is walking back into the most dangerous kitchen she has ever been in. The one where everything between them has always been unspoken. The one where he still knows her breakfast order without asking. He was supposed to be off-limits. He was. He memorized her breakfast order anyway.

I will sign the divorce papers in three months. But I have conditions.” “For the next three months, you will treat me like a real wife. Not like a maid. Not like a ghost in your house. Like your actual wife. You will be kind to me. You will eat with me. You will talk to me. You will protect me from your mother and sister.” For two years, Sophie Callahan has cooked the meals, endured the insults, and made herself as small as possible inside her husband Derek's cold and luxurious world. Their marriage was never built on love. It was built on obligation, and everyone in that house has made sure Sophie never forgets it. Then a diagnosis changes everything. She has three months to live. She makes one last bold deal with the husband who has never truly seen her — three months of being treated like a real wife, in exchange for the divorce he desperately wants. Derek agrees. What he does not expect is to finally see her. And he is not the only one. Because when Edward Callahan's long-buried secret walks through the door in a perfectly tailored black suit, everything changes. Ares Callahan — the illegitimate uncle Derek never knew existed — has arrived to claim what is rightfully his. And from the moment his grey eyes find Sophie across a crowded room, he wants his nephew’s wife. Derek spent two years looking straight through his wife. Now the one man he cannot stand is the only one looking at her like she is everything. But as Sophie steps out of the shadows and into the fight of her life, she begins to realize the danger around her runs far deeper than a broken marriage.

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.

Jade Miller used to believe in fairytales. When the city’s most formidable billionaire, Caspian Vance, plucked her from her life of poverty, she thought she was being saved. She gave him her heart, her loyalty, and her innocence, only to realize she was never a wife—she was an investment. To Caspian, she was nothing more than a "breeding vessel," a genetically suitable body meant to secure his family’s bloodline. The betrayal was silent but absolute. After discovering Caspian’s ice-cold plan to discard her once she delivered his heir, Jade didn't just break—she vanished. Carrying a secret pregnancy and a heart shredded by the man she once worshipped, she gritted her teeth through the pain and plotted a desperate escape. Five years later, the ghost has returned. The girl who was once quiet and easily bruised is gone. In her place stands Dr. Jade Miller, a revered genius doctor whose beauty is as sharp as her intellect. She has spent every waking hour growing into her best self, shedding her shattered illusions like a second skin. She doesn't just walk into a room; she commands it with an unshakable poise that leaves people breathless. Now, the hunter has become the prey. Caspian Vance, the man who once broke her with a single word, is the one kneeling at her feet, begging for a second chance at a love he never deserved. But Jade isn't looking for an apology—she's looking for the fullest life possible, one where she is the one holding the power. In a world where love is a survival game, Jade is finally ready to play.

Everyone warned me never to fall for Dante Moretti. They said he was the ghost of the Velasco family—an underboss who ordered hits without blinking, his heart colder than the barrel of his gun. But when he bent me over that mahogany desk, his mouth against my ear commanding me to say his name, I was stupid enough to think that was possession. It took me an entire year to see the truth. The photographs locked in his study drawer were never of me. The woman in white waiting for him in the cathedral district on Sunday mornings was never me. The girl who took a bullet for him, the one he called his "salvation"—her name is Elena Abate. And Elena happens to be my stepmother's daughter. My father is trying to sell me to a half-dead Agosti heir for five hundred million to save the family. My stepmother is scheming to erase me from existence entirely. And the man I thought would burn this city to the ground for me? On the day I needed him most, he was lifting Elena up a flight of stairs, cradling her like something sacred. They all thought I was just a pawn to be moved around their chessboard. They were wrong. If Dante can't let go of his precious white moonlight, his "salvation," then I'll become someone else's "widow." If Elena believes she's already won this game, I'll let her watch from the front row as a woman with nothing left to lose burns it all down. My name is Serafina. Remember it. Because I am about to become the reckoning none of them saw coming.

Pretend to be his fiancée. Save her brother’s life. Don’t fall in love with a man who can’t see the truth. Celeste Harper is a master of voices, but her own life is a tragedy. Drowning in the suffocating medical bills for her comatose younger brother, she’s one missed payment away from losing the only family she has left. Until a cold-blooded offer from the city’s most powerful matriarch changes everything. The Task: Step into the designer heels of Vivian Lancaster—the socialite who abandoned her fiancé, Lucian Aldridge, the moment a brutal accident stole his sight. The Target: Lucian. A billionaire CEO turned into a recluse, a man whose bitterness is as sharp as the shards of glass that blinded him. He’s a wounded predator in a gilded cage, and he hates the woman who left him. The Problem: When Celeste speaks, Lucian doesn't just hear his fiancée—he hears the only reason he has left to live. Now, Celeste is trapped in a dangerous game of sensory deception. Every touch is a risk; every whisper is a lie. As she navigates the dark hallways of his estate and the growing, electric tension between them, the lines start to blur. To the world, she’s a gold-digger seeking redemption. To Lucian, she’s the only light in his darkness. But secrets in the Aldridge empire are never buried deep enough. In a world where he can’t see her face, Celeste must decide: how long can she play the role of a ghost before she disappears entirely? Because when the bandages come off and Lucian finally sees the truth—it won’t just be his heart on the line. It will be her life.

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it. When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me. I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up. Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight. When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me. I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area. Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me. No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous. Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don." I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old. Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks. "We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra." At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them. On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me. That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground. My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse. But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!" His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly. My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot. Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me. Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss by attempting to commit suicide at the estate's clock tower just so she can apologize to me. In order to prove his love to Serena, my fiance, Luca Moretti, drags me forcibly to the top of the clock tower so that Serena can do whatever she wants to me. The thing is, the winds are strong on the top of the clock tower. That's when I accidentally slip and topple over the railing. My parents, who are looking everywhere for me, happen to be around the clock tower when I crash onto the spot near them. This time, my bruised and broken body is completely drenched in blood. Shell-shocked, they remain rooted to the spot as they stare at me in bewilderment. Then, they let out blood-curdling screams.

Zara Storme was the ghost in the machine at Sterling Global. For three years, she wasn’t just Mark Sterling’s fiancée she was The Architect. The unseen force who patched his weaknesses, outplayed his rivals, and quietly engineered a billion-dollar empire while he collected the applause. Then, over an elegant dinner, Mark slid a severance check across the table instead of a ring. To him, Zara was indispensable but temporary. Brilliant, yes. Loyal, certainly. But she lacked the pedigree required for his permanent throne. So he chose optics over love, trading her for a strategic merger and a well-bred socialite. Mark expected tears. Begging. A woman unraveling. What he didn’t know was that abandonment had trained Zara long before him. Her father had taught her the art of leaving without looking back. Fueled by a quiet rage, Zara committed one final act of treason which was leaking Mark’s most valuable upcoming deals to his greatest rival, Asher Vane. It was meant to be her clean exit. Then fate intervened. She was pregnant. Five years later, Zara returns to the city reborn as the formidable CEO of Lucent Capital. No longer the woman behind the throne, she is the throne. A venture-capital titan whose influence eclipses every man who once dismissed her. At her side is Luca her five-year-old masterpiece. Disciplined. Brilliant. And unmistakably the son of the man who walked away. When Mark Sterling’s empire begins to collapse under the weight of its own lies, desperation drives him to seek salvation from a firm powerful enough to save him. He comes to the boardroom expecting mercy. Instead, he finds Zara Storme seated at the head of the table untouchable, and finally holding his fate in her hands. This time, she’s here to watch it burn.

Aria's life was chillingly quiet until a True Mate came along in the form of Relaz. He was noisy, extremely talkative, and especially annoying. Once allowed, there was no end to his gabbling. But when Aria realizes that Relaz is more than he seems, much more than just a carefree, always smiling and talkative man, he is something much more ruthless, will their relationship be put in jeopardy or will they try to work together irrespective of their misunderstandings and solve a puzzle, when they realize that the people around them are planning their destruction? Teaser... " You aren't my Relaz. That's right. I should get lost? Then no problem. All this while, you've been seeing me as nothing more than baggage, an extra load, right?" "I-i" Relaz stuttered. But he still didn't end up saying anything nor did he turn to look back at her. Aria laughed mockingly, "You're right. I'm so stupid. How could I have blamed the mood goddess all this while when she had given me such a treasure like Relaz as my mate. Now that he is no longer here, nor can I see the ghost of him, I've realized, how much the moon goddess had loved me. But it's a pity, I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid..." She raised her hands and started slapping her cheeks with each 'stupid' she said and backed away slowly with tears on her face, desperately hoping that she could see the trace of the mate who once held, and loved her like no other. It was a pity she left too early and didn't manage to capture the tear that had managed to escape his tightly closed eyes, nor did she see the cold expression he wore all along, cracking and revealing immense grief. For what is love? Pain. Sacrifice.

“Pose for the portrait, Anna,” her uncle commanded. To the world, Anna was nothing more than a masterpiece to be admired—beautiful, flawless, and priceless. But behind the luxury, and perfect fake smiles, she was a prisoner. Her uncle used her beauty as a weapon for wealth and influence, trading pieces of her innocence while trapping her in a life she could never escape. Anna had given up hope that anyone would ever save her…until he appeared. Disguised as a priest, mysterious and dangerously irresistible, he entered her world like a forbidden temptation wrapped in holy robes. From the very first glance, Anna felt something dark and thrilling awaken inside her—desire, curiosity, and a craving she could no longer suppress. Every stolen touch drew her deeper into sin, and every secret encounter made her hunger for him more. But the fake priest wasn’t hiding only his identity. He came with a mission. After uncovering shocking secrets surrounding the deaths of his parents, he discovers that Anna’s uncle is connected to a past soaked in blood, betrayal, and revenge. What started as deception soon becomes far more dangerous than either of them expected. Now, with forbidden passion burning between them and deadly truths closing in, Anna is caught between love and destruction. What will happen when her ruthless uncle discovers their affair? What happens when he realizes the priest is the very ghost from his past that refuses to stop haunting him? Will the fake priest become Anna’s salvation.. or the nightmare that ruins her completely? Enter the dark, seductive world of FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST — where lust, obsession, betrayal, and deadly secrets collide, and every revelation drags Anna deeper into a nightmare she may never escape. Warning, this book contains explicit content .Read with caution