Tophat Ghost Novels & Stories

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 heart beats so fast, his suspicion is right that the tremendous power he sensed was the power of ghost stone. “It could be that there’s a family in the Macrobat used and unleash the true power of ghost stone!” He was confused and he punched the table. Because of his punches, the table is wrecked. All his subordinates were shocked. “It can’t be! It can’t be!” Alpha Julze lost his control his eyes widened like a furious demon. The red nerves and arteries are meeting directly in Julze‘s eyes. He is shouting and all he touched and held, he threw it away and destroyed.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." 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.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

“There was a man who I found out later was a vampire, when I was out at a wine bar, who might have done something, but the ghosts intervened. Not Bellmouth. The Grey Woman and Great-Uncle Mathewe.” “I must thank them next time I see them,” Tony says. "Vampires!" “A second vampire showed up after a performance, on a VIP tour, wanting to be introduced to the soloist. He didn’t say he was a vampire, or… do what the other one did, I just… recognised what he was, having already met the first one. There’s something about their eyes. They’re hypnotic.” “They hypnotised you?” Katie sounds alarmed. “No, I don’t think so. The ghosts showed up the first time before he could finish whatever he was tryin

Immediately a figure appeared from the shadow, hooded, cloaked in a faded brown, his face obscure in the shadows, although veiled, but I could feel the weight of his eyes. I couldn't sense his wolf, and that terrified me more than anything. He stepped closer but not threateningly, his gaze buried at the pendant I was clutching in my hand. "You touched it," he said, looking shocked. I looked from him to the locket, and I didn't say a thing. Exhaling slowly, he pulled back the hood. I gaped, staring at the ghost standing in front of me. I swear I had seen a portrait with this face hanging somewhere in the pack house while the guard led me to this tomb.

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

"The defector. Back corner. He’s looking at us." ​But we didn't get five steps before a figure stepped out from the crowd, blocking our path. ​He was tall, lean, and dressed in a suit that cost more than most people's lives. His scent hit me before his face did—wet earth and bitter almonds. A chill raced down my spine. ​"Well, well," the man said, his voice a smooth, London-accented purr. "The Ghost returns to her haunts. And she brought a King with her."

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

Barney shrugged his shoulders. Each piece fit together. One after another. I looked back toward Barney. “If Ghost wanted to disappear…” I paused for a minute and looked back at my screen. “He’d need someone capable of making that happen. Someone with resources. Money. Connections.” I looked back at the photograph. “Someone like Viktor Sokolov.” Barney slowly nodded. “It explains why Ghost disappeared inside Draven’s palace.” “It also explains why nobody has been able to identify him.” I said matter of factly. The more I looked at the picture… The more convinced I became. I finally pushed my chair back from the desk. “I want everything.”