Showtime Ghost Novels & Stories

Ghost could not vanish forever because of her. When she saw the priest standing downstairs, reading from the Bible, Elowen screamed at the top of her lungs. "Stop right now! You cannot keep reading!" She rushed down the stairs, trying to knock the Bible out of the priest’s hands, but two tall, powerfully built bodyguards blocked her at once. She struggled and fought with everything she had, but it was useless. All she could do was watch helplessly as the priest continued chanting, driving the spirit away. "No! Ms. Ghost, run!"

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

But he never told me his secret of perfecting the whiteness of his teeth. “Did you watch Silent Voices last night?”I asked. “The show about ghosts speaking to that lady what’s her name again. Veronica Sondes, oh that’s right! I wouldn’t miss it for anything except seeing you of course.” Sam grabbed my hand gently and kissed it. Whilst discussing the details of what we had seen on the ghost show, the bell rang,it was time to get back to the office. The agents went back to their usual work. Mika and Katleho also entered, looking cosy,they did not keep their relationship a secret. A brave call I thought,but risky too.

she said, pulling into a long driveway. Holy … shit. These guys were seriously loaded. I’d only ever seen houses like this on TV, but never in real life. What the hell did I do right in life to deserve this? "You’ll meet Scott tonight, he is pretty much at work about 14-16 hours a day if he’s lucky,” Tilly said, directing me to follow her in the house. “Our housekeeper’s name is Elena, she’s been with us a long time, she’s amazing. She can cook anything you could want. I had her leave us some lunch before she went grocery shopping.”

Ghost pulls out a couple of pieces of paper and throws them down on the table, from brother to brother they make their way up to Austin, Max and me. I look up at Ghost with a humbled look. I was the one that brought Ghost in and was proud as hell when he was patched in less than a year later. I had found him at a bar, some college frat boy was drunk and wanting to pick a fight. Ghost is six four and three hundred pounds of muscle. Kid was out in less than a minute. Ghost has some demons, that much is evident when you see the names of the men he has killed with his bare hands tattooed on his back. "Shane?" Austin asks as I take in the two pictures.

But he trusted Jaseh, and knew that he could keep a secret. "The one I told you about a few weeks ago," he said, his eyes flickering with intensity. "The one who's been coming into our territory." Jaseh's expression softened, as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Oh, her. What did you do?" "I watched her," Ghost said, his voice growing distant as he remembered the encounter. "She was looking for something, I think. But then she saw me, and I had to run. I don't think she knows what I am, but I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this from her."

The air’s thick with cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey, and the kind of silence that only happens right before someone says something stupid. I turn to Ghost, dread pooling in my stomach. “Please tell me no one else watched that stream.” Knox, leaning against the bar with a grin wide enough to land a plane on, raises his beer. “Oh, we all watched, sweetheart. Not the whole p**n marathon, but the grand finale? Chef’s kiss. Echo’s face when the door flew open? I’m blowing that shit up, framing it, calling it ’Priceless.’ Wall of Fame material.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Earlier than usual — the garden was still in late afternoon gold rather than the purple-into-dark I had come to associate with his arrival — which meant either his schedule had changed or he had heard about the broadcast and had come to see what I would do with it. Probably the second one. He came in and looked at me and I looked back and neither of us said anything for a moment. Then he moved to his chair and sat and looked at the garden. "You watched the news," he said. "The housekeeper left the remote." "I know." Of course he knew. "Ghost is dead," I said. My voice came out even. Professionally even — the kind of even that requires more work than it sounds like. "Yes," he said. "According