Tophat Ghost Novelas e Histórias

They’re laughing about something, but I can feel it, Ghost’s stare on me is heavy and unrelenting. Ten minutes. That’s all it takes before Red smirks knowingly and leans in close. “It’s the dress,” she whispers, winking. I roll my eyes, but before I can answer, Ghost moves. One second I’m perched on the edge of the seat, the next I’m airborne. His arms scoop me up without warning, his grip solid like I weigh nothing at all. “Ghost!” I hiss, my hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders. He only grins at me, that wicked look in his eyes that always tells me he’s two steps ahead of my protests. “Red was right,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only I hear. “It’s the dress. It’s fucking da

Her father’s signature was at the bottom. "It's a fake," I said. "The pack elders said it's real," Julian said. He grabbed Norah’s arm. "She’s mine by law. Step back, or my men will kill you." Norah looked at the paper. She breathed fast. Then she stepped toward Julian. "I'll go," she said. "Norah, no," I said. I reached for her. She turned to me, her face was blank. "He’s right," she said. "I'm a ghost. It's time I went back."

Rojana still madded at Pure, but he couldn't ignore her question: “Maybe they will be here then…” Baaaang- Something fell on his head. He cursed loudly: “Who did that?” “I did.”- A hoarse voice resounded. Rojana, Pure, and Erono were very surprised when they look at the sky. There was an old gentleman in the clouds, he looked like a fairy. They were surprised for a second. Pure said to the old man: “Lowen, hurry up!” Lowen: “...” Lowen was a little bit confused, he said: “Haven’t that captains turned up?”

His gaze swept the room, then locked on the other two who emerged from the darkness. Timmy and Aaron. Both armed. They wore only sweatpants, barefoot, and yet they looked far too dangerous to be just boys waking up in the middle of the night. Timmy had a furrowed brow, messy hair, and the pistol steady in his grip. Aaron, beside him, had an alert glint in his eyes, as if adrenaline had burned away any trace of sleep. And then, at the top of the stairs, Ghost appeared. Unlike the others, he wore a black shirt that seemed tailored to hug every one of his muscles. He held his gun with the same ease as holding a glass of water. His eyes were hard, metallic, scanning every detail of the scene.

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Ghost. No last name. Adopted by Christopher Blackwell as a child. No blood relatives listed. No history of lasting relationships.” Vladimir put special emphasis on that word before trailing off. “Greymount, you said you sensed something earlier?” “I have commitment issues.” Snatching the olive from my drink, Ghost placed it between his teeth. “My favorite food is pancakes and I last took a shit this morning. I’ve also been having this reoccurring dream lately—”

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

“Ghost is careful. He doesn’t trust people easily. But he has a network people in high places, people you wouldn’t expect.” Matteo scoffed. “That is not news.” Viktor gave a weak smile. “I wasn’t finished.” He looked at Adrian. “There is a man, someone close to him. No one knows his real name, but they call him Specter. He is Ghost’s right hand.” Adrian’s fingers tapped against his knee. “And what does Specter do?” Viktor’s lips twitched. “Everything Ghost doesn’t want to do himself.” Rosco spoke for the first time. “Where do we find him?”

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”