Trevor Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

[GC GROUP OF COMPANIES - GRAYSON'S OFFICE] Grayson sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming an agitated rhythm on the polished surface. His computer screen displayed financial reports that he should have been reviewing, but his mind was elsewhere, stuck on the text message he had received earlier that morning. Another message from an unknown number. “Don't you like this game we're playing? Besides, you have always loved games like your father.” Trevor had not been able to trace it. The number was another burner phone, purchased with cash, impossible to track. Lucas had found nothing suspicious in the security footage from the mansion or the office. Whoever was sending these messages was a g

I nodded, waving a hand dismissively at Trevor. “You heard the lady, kid. Time for you to go.” Don shrugged, grabbing Trevor by the scruff. “Now, don’t struggle. It will only get you hurt. I’m walking you to the door.” “Unhand me! I am a guest of Sophia Frost.” Trevor insisted, causing a scene as multiple people turned to watch. Leave it to him to cause a scene. He is such a drama queen. “I don’t care if the ghost of Hazel Frost invited you. Reese wants you gone, so you’re gone.” Don insisted, tightening his hold as he started to drag Trevor. Of course, the asshole would try and go deadweight, making Don hold him up.

It hummed with the sound of massive computing power. Sitting in the center of the room on a simple ergonomic chair was a man. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with messy dark hair and thick framed glasses. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, typing furiously on a keyboard. This was the Ghost. Not an old veteran, but a kid. Adrian stopped at the edge of the server farm. "Silas Vane. Meet the Ghost." The kid stopped typing. He spun his chair around. He looked at Silas, then at Leo. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Why did you make Steve say it? Where is he now?” “Dead and six feet below where he is supposed to be,” Ghost said. “He betrayed your love for him for two million dollars, love. You can’t trust humans, my love. They are not for us.” “You would never tell me what to do again!” Rhea cried. “I promise you.” “I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” Ghost said. “I wanted to show you how evil humans are. And that promise I made to you about releasing your mother on your sixteenth birthday, forget it.”

"Evie’s family is coming. Her father asked for a meeting, he’s calling us in a few minutes.” There was a light knock on his door behind Nessie. Both she and Toad turned to see Trevor standing just outside the door. The man was nearly seven and a half feet tall with shoulders nearly four feet broad. He was literally a giant teddy bear that looked intimidating. “The speaker is set up.” Trevor told him. “Thanks, Trev.” Toad said. “Rooms will be ready when they get here.” Nessie said as she turned to leave. She returned to her office and changed her order. Then she sent an email to the company representative. Since the order was larger than usual, she knew that David would reach out to her. He r

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

For some time, there were screams and sounds of endless gunshots. Initially, they thought that these tomb robbers were of mediocre skill. However, when Grayson and the others fought with them, they were surprised to find that whether it was the opponents’ speed or their shooting accuracy, they were a level beyond their reach. Soon enough, all of the Ghost members were tranquilized to the ground. “Who on earth are these people?” Storm looked at the tomb robbers in disbelief. Levi grinned. “You guys are really over your head. They’re not people you can easily deal with unless you’re able to activate the supernatural power within.”

Nothing new. "Just so you're aware, I could destroy your life in an instant. In mere seconds, I could turn your reality into a nightmare with a simple snap of my fingers. No one confronts me and gets away unscathed, and you? You're on the brink, and trust me, you're the one who's going to get hurt. I'll tell you who I am. Trevor Reynolds, the chief executive officer of a multi-billion dollar company. Got that? I wield billions!" he declared, his pride peeking through.