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I kept everyone an arm's length away, except for my sisters. "There it is—the shame. I've seen that look hundreds of times. The only good thing that comes from being a [Copywriter] is that you can build up from the bottom. It's work, but it's worth it. I know the temptation of waiting for people to reach the peak of their talent and then rob them blind. There is a word for it, an old friend of mine used." "Grooming," we said in unison. "Right, right. You've done it, haven't you? Now let me ask you did you kill them when you were done?"

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

"Transmitter. There are cameras, microphones and some sort of piggy-backing leech on her system that's siphoning off data from her work. Our job's already done, man. Can you stop the crawler?" "What? No." "Ghost-man, you have to stop the spyware shit." "It's too late." "You don't understand." Marco shifted and Ghost stood. Right. Ghost was about as programmed as a human could get. Marco relaxed his shoulders and uncurled his hands-nonthreatening. Ghost couldn't help that the government had fucked with his head and his very DNA to the point that he just wasn't right anymore. Ghost mirrored Marco's pose, the only difference being a thinning of the other man's lips.

Though their viewership might not have been as high as others during their release, they received excellent feedback on various online platforms. Achieving such results required a good script, coupled with the production team's expertise and the actors' skills. Felicity had been a ghostwriter for years and had a deep understanding of market trends. She knew audience preferences and how to write across different genres. That's why after she left Royal Deluxe Entertainment, finding someone suitable for her role became a tough challenge for the company. A scriptwriter of her caliber wouldn't settle for the salary offered, and notably, she was an easy target for criticism. Despite years of being

I rushed as I observed both Kyle and Alex hyping themselves up to cause trouble. I took a deep breath and continued. "A ghost is basically an assassin who is above the law, because they neither exist nor is considered nonexistent. They work by contract or freelance. This person has the ability to kill with no remorse and get away with it, because technically he does not exist in the eyes of the law. He has no identity, yet he has multiple identities. No one has ever successfully gotten close enough to a ghost to uncover their true identity and if there is a ghost amongst us then we are all in deep trouble. I do not know for sure if he was hired by Richard or the other people who wish to kill

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

His face crumbled into a hard frown and with a bit of hesitation, he said, “Thanks, man…Hey Jeff, I was wondering if you'd know a couple of ghostwriters. Very good ones that follow strict NDA Contracts.” There was silence for a second as Jeff processed the words and Wesley held his breath in anticipation. With a chuckle, Jeff asked “What the hell do you need a ghostwriter for? You're like the king of writing.” Immediately, Wesley answered. “Not me.” he faked a laugh “It's for an associate of mine. He asked me to ghostwrite a good book for him but I've been quite occupied with my work. I'm trying to help a friend.” Before Jeff could respond, he added “But you know what, let's talk about this

I'd been there since she had nothing. Still meant nothing. If I disappeared, she wouldn't even blink. I was halfway through drafting my resignation when she showed up behind me. I froze, then switched my screen like nothing happened. She stared, voice sharp. "What are you writing?" "Nothing. Just some contract drafts." Her brows pulled together. She didn't catch on, just said, "Hedley, come with me." As soon as she called me out, whispers exploded.

Oh, coming from a man who dressed like he was from Hueco Mundo. "But anyway, what are you doing in a place like this at 3 A.M.?" This time, it was my turn to give him a chuckle as I flipped some strands of my hair. "Because some cousin won't stop preaching to me on how to be a decent ghostwriter and academic commissioner. Also on how to win a customer's heart."

"Scared of everything. Scared to live, scared to take risks, scared to be anything more than mediocre. It's exhausting being related to you." "That's not true," I whispered. "Isn't it?" Tanum sat on the arm of the couch, looking at me like I was a particularly boring insect. "Name one brave thing you've ever done. One impressive thing. You're a ghostwriter, Mia. You don't even write under your own name. You're invisible. Forgettable. Why would anyone choose you when there are better options?" I wanted to argue. To defend myself. To tell them they were wrong.