Showtime Ghost Novels & Stories

Jay and Angeline chose to stay in Refreshing Breeze Courtyard. Angeline, Josephine, Baby Robbie, and Jenson lived in Chilly Water Court. It was adjacent to Refreshing Breeze Courtyard. As for the members of Ghost, they were placed in the uninhabited houses nearby. After Cole found out about Jay's arrangement, he was furious and said, "He deliberately took away half of my Time Villa, but Shirley is living there alone. What’s in his mind?" Carson thought hard and finally realized Jay’s intentions. "Young Master, are they trying to matchmake you and Shirley?"

He discovered that before Shirley disappeared, his digital footprint had vanished completely. Not deleted— but completely erased. This in itself was highly unusual. No bank transaction records. No medical records. No telecommunications signal. No travel records. Someone had professionally and precisely erased her traces. Seamus immediately recalled that morning. The endless message notifications. Her indifferent and calm expression. The way she looked at him— As if she had already decided to leave. His chest tightened. This time, he dialed a number— A name that had never appeared on any documents. Within the Mafia, this person was known as "The Ghost."

“I need a drink.” “It’s not as bad as we feared,” Jacobs said. “Dalton’s in shock. He doesn’t know anything.” “Yeah, but if he finds Ghost…” Matt trailed off. “What?” Williamson asked. “Dalton is still in hot pursuit. Ghost knows about the Schaffer setup,” Matt said. “Damn,” Jackie said. “I forgot all about Ghost.” Jodi let out an exasperated breath. “Ghost has been at large for fourteen months,” Williamson stated. “He’s long gone. He’ll risk spending life in prison if he comes back here and he knows it.”

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

"As long as we're united." Emily laughed. She couldn't help it. "Now that's a title sure to inspire fear wherever we go," she said in mock seriousness. Amusement danced briefly in Williams eyes before he turned his attention back to their current situation. "We need to get moving," he said. "How far is the nearest crematorium the Coven has in this area?" "Hold on," Empusa said. He pushed a few buttons on his phone, then looked up with a grimace. "Only one in this state. It's about three hours from here," he said.

Ice asks. “A witch I met in New Orleans,” Bo replies with a smile. Seems like more than a friend to me. “She’ll meet you at the airport when you land in Portland. From there, it’s about a six and a half hour drive to Crescent Shadow territory.” I nod my head. Ice sees my face and turns to them. “Can we go now?” She asks. “Of course,” Gray nods his head. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you’ll need your rest.”

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

His black cloak waves slightly in the wind as he stands about two hundred feet away on a hill just beyond the parking lot. "That's him!" I blurt out louder than I meant to. "That's the Watchman...I mean, Dominic." I pull my voice back to a whisper. "Oh, I believe you," she admits. "But why is he showing himself?" "What do you mean? I see him all the time." "In broad daylight?" "Well, yeah, sort of. There's usually some daylight left when I see him at the cemetery," I explain, wondering why she's even asking. "Have you ever seen him in the early afternoon outside your motel room?"

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.