Showtime Ghost Novels & Stories

And if Caleb had to burn the Sterling billion-dollar empire to the ground to melt those handcuffs off Evelyn’s wrists, he would do it without blinking. The Ghost was tired of the shadows. It was time for the haunting to begin in earnest.

"No one's ever taken the time to share their favorite show with me like this. Please, continue." I cleared my throat, acutely aware of how long I'd been staring at him. Turning back to the screen, I picked up where I'd left off. "Um, right. So now this ICE agent is searching the hospital..." As I spoke, Damien seemed to relax, drawing me closer. The warmth of his body next to mine was comforting as we lost ourselves in the unfolding drama. Hours slipped by, the TV now playing some nondescript soap opera at low volume. We remained cuddled together on the sofa, wrapped in a cocoon of comfortable silence.

"Volkov said-" My phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. "Hello?" "Ms. Romano." Volkov's voice. "I am calling to inform you of a change in plans." My stomach dropped. "What change?" "The first contract has been moved up. Ghost leaves tonight. Midnight." "Tonight?" I repeated, Marco's eyes snapping to mine. "But you said forty-eight hours. He needs time to recover-" "The timeline has accelerated," Volkov said. "The window is closing. Ghost leaves at midnight or the contract is void."

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

** The Ghost’s Last Move** The tension in the safe house was suffocating. The team had secured a crucial victory, but they all knew it wasn’t over. The Ghost wouldn’t stay silent for long. Ayesha stood at the center of the dimly lit command room, her eyes fixed on the city map sprawled across the table. Red dots marked the locations of the dismantled sleeper cells, but one spot remained untouched—the Ghost’s headquarters. "We need to end this now," Adrian said, standing beside her. His voice was calm, but she could hear the underlying urgency.

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

And every night from now on, when the living go to bed, the ghosts get the best show in town. Holly Rowan Holiday, resident redhead of the afterlife, singing for Capone and the boys until the sun burns out. Some deaths aren’t endings. Some are just encore after encore after encore.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

"Hmm! Good! Felix boi. You know that Ghost Busters never post any fake content. We are known for our genuine content. It's totally against our rules to show any fake content to the public. And, for few months, wherever we investigated, we just didn't get any shreds of evidence and much to show to the public. This not only made our viewers disinterested but they started getting bored. And, if this keeps going on then..." "I see! Then? You didn't come up with any solution?" "You think there's any solution Felix boi? It's against our rules to show any fake content. What can we do else? Our continuous downfall of the viewers has made the channel reconsider our show. Ghost Busters was the show cr

Howard’s body leaned back as he started to fall down the building. Sharon tensed up when she heard his cry for help. She turned around and saw him falling down… She shouted, “Howard Zachary…” She could not save him even if she wanted to. The bodyguard standing at a closer distance to him could not react in time as well. She rushed to the edge of the roof together with Simon. Howard’s voice resonated through the air from below, “Sharon Jeans, remember this! I’ll haunt you even after I become a ghost…”