Novel & Cerita Should I Ghost Him

Daunting didn’t even begin to cover it. I squeezed my eyes shut, shutting off my computer. I grabbed my handbag and phone from the table, to get to the office—only to be stopped in my tracks by a notification that lit up my screen. ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Up for tonight, Red? ╰───────────────╯ My fingers tightened around the phone as if I could crush the memory of him with sheer force. ╭───────────────╮ Me: It’s over. Whatever games

She bit her lip, reached for my hand— and her phone rang. Loud. Pierre. She opened her mouth to explain. I cut her off. "You're busy. Don't bother. I get it." That threw her. She gripped my hand tighter, searching for whatever she'd lost. The phone kept ringing. Finally, under my stare, she let go. "I'll come to the 101st proposal," she said, then left. I went to my room. Slept like I hadn't in years. Once I finished the handover at work, Sonia Quindt would never see me again.

The gambler's spirit shrieked and dissolved into black smoke that seeped into the carpet. "You'll really do it?" Frank stared. "I will." I picked up the pen. "But I have one condition." "You dare to bargain?" "The moment I walk out that door, I have nothing to do with this family. You pay your own debts, you handle your own troubles, and you never come looking for me again." I signed my name, the letters of 'Aurora' digging into the paper with force. The ghost in the portrait raised an eyebrow, then floated down and leaned close to my ear. An icy breeze brushed against my neck.