Summary Of The Book Ghost By Jason Reynolds Novels & Stories

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

A word echoed in my mind. “Okay.” I let out a long sigh of relief. I felt like a hero who had successfully negotiated a truce. I was probably the first person in history to get a ghost to pay up. From that day on, Nathaniel genuinely started cutting back on using utilities. The TV stopped turning on by itself in the middle of the night. Our dinners were downgraded from a full-course meal to just a couple of simple dishes. Even though the meals were simpler, they still tasted as delicious as ever.

How could this be happening? My anxiety grew each day. Fate was unpredictable. If fate had destined me for unexpected wealth, then every time I tripped outside, it would be over a pile of gold! Still, if I had really swapped fates with Lucas again, then what was the point of my rebirth? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and there was no one I could confide in. Meanwhile, Zoe grew annoyed with me after she saw me with the pendant. She even moved out of the dorm and did not bother pretending to be polite anymore.

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

The note was handwritten in neat, masculine script. You can push me away, Aria. But I’m not going anywhere. Wear this when you’re ready to talk. — G She dropped the note like it burned her fingers. Her hands were shaking again. Not just from fear now. From the chilling realization that no matter how hard she pushed back, Ghost seemed completely unbothered. Like he already knew she would eventually open the door.

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

“Because if Rhett had seen you put a hand on her, you’d already be in the ground. So get up. Get out. And don’t ever come back.” The boy scrambled to his feet, blood dripping, eyes wild. He stumbled toward the door, clutching at his ribs. No one moved to stop him. No one spoke. Because when the Reaper claimed someone, it was final. ________________ Emily stood pressed against the wall, shaking, her wide eyes fixed on the torn cut at her feet. Ghost turned, his pale stare softening as it met hers. “You’re safe here,” he said quietly, gravel deep but steady. “Don’t ever doubt it.”