Simon Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

"Dante said eight. That's eight. We're good." "We're not good," Simon muttered, already pulling out his equipment. His fingers were moving over the small handheld device he used for everything — scanning frequencies, monitoring channels, patching into surveillance feeds. He was the quietest one of the group, which made it stranger when he spoke up. "There's chatter I don't like." "What kind of chatter?" Dante asked. "Encrypted, short-burst. Could be nothing." Simon didn't look up from the screen. "Could be a second sweep team. I want to go around the east block and check."

So I go upstairs to the sundeck and call Simon the chief. "Good morning old friend, how are you doing?" I greeted him after he picked my call. Morning Riley, I'm cool, busy as usual, you know criminals never sleep so yeah....but what can I do for you my friend, hope you did not get robbed or anything?" "Nah not that....although a little girl stole my heart!....but she can keep it!" I smirk and Simon laughs hard. "Riley you never change! So who's the lucky girl?" "Yeah that's some story that goes with an ice cold beer but that's for

Tabitha screamed and stretched her hand forcefully towards Jeremy. He shouted as an unseen force threw him backwards, making him pass out immediately. Suddenly, she felt another presence in the room. A strange and powerful one. She looked around sharply, searching for whatever it was. "Tabitha." A voice called from behind. Tabitha turned sharply and there was Riley, standing right in front of the window. "You?" "Do you know me, priestess?" Riley asked and smiled. Tabitha boldly moved closer to her and stared up and down at her. "You are the ghost who's supposed to possess Tanya."

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

Riley quickly ordered for both of us, still keeping an eye on me as if I might disappear if she looked away for too long. We had just settled back into our seats when she suddenly lifted her hand and waved toward the entrance. “Dr. Ellis!” she called out. I turned slightly—and saw Simon walking in, dressed neatly as usual. His posture was relaxed, but his presence still carried that quiet authority he always had, especially at the hospital. He noticed us almost immediately and walked over. “Didn’t expect to see both of you here,” he said as he stopped beside the table. “You’re joining us,” Riley said without hesitation.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

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.

Neither of them could. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been helping a ghost?” They stared at each other, then at me. “Is that a side effect of being ghosted by Tycen?” Rayleigh quipped. I rolled my eyes and stuffed chips in my mouth. “Come on, Syd,” Taylor groaned. “Just answer the damn question.” They were relentless—hungry hyenas waiting for a story. “I did.” They mouthed oh in unison. “So, which school?” Rayleigh asked.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."