Novels by GHOSTWRITER

Henry's face darkens. He is the young master of the Maguires, how can he get on his knees and apologize to Jordan?Such an act would not only disappoint his family but also jeopardize his position as the heir apparent. His pride and ego would also be crushed and he might never be able to raise his head high again."You don't want to do it?""You're being unfairly unfair to me. When Isabella apologized to you, you didn't ask her to get on her knees. Why are you asking me to do that? What are you trying to achieve?""Achieve? Hmph!" Jordan snorts. "I choose how I want anyone to apologize to me. It's late, and I need to leave. Are you apologizing or not?""I can only apologize to you while standing; I'll never kneel to you," Henry grits his teeth."What if I insist?" A menacing aura suddenly bursts out of Jordan, and he grabs Henry's shoulder, applying force."Ah!" Henry cries out, his face distorting. "What are you doing?!" he barks."Kneel!" Jordan bellows, applying more force.THUD!J

Seeing this, Natasha turns pale. From Jordan's reaction, it's obvious he and this person are not on good terms. This leaves her wondering how that could be when the person gifted him such a unique card.Perhaps he did before whatever happened between them happened. She can't help feeling bad for asking the question."I'm sorry," she whispers."It's fine," Jordan offers her a small smile. "You did nothing. Let's just continue eating."Back at the hall...Somehow Henry and Isabella has managed to consume a quarter of the order. For an order that took three tables, that in itself is a commendable feat. At this moment, Isabella is sitting on the floor, drenched in sweat.Though there's AC in the room, it's as if nothing is touching her. Her naturally flat tummy appears to have broken its record today as it is now protruding. Beside Isabella, Henry is in a similar state, just that he is gasping so much, almost as if he can't breathe.For the first time, he believes the adage that says wha

"What? Why? Jordan paid all the bills so why am I not allowed to leave?" Isabella asks, staring at the burly men in confusion."Our general manager instructed us not to let any of you leave until the food and wine on the round table are cleared.""What?" Isabella's jaw drops. "What does he mean by that? How can only two of us finish that quantity of food and wine?""We don't know, Miss, but that is the instruction. Except the food and wines are cleared, you can only remain here.""How ridiculous!" Henry stands and bellows. "I'm the young master of the Maguires, will you two really stop me from leaving?""We only follow instructions, sir. It doesn't matter who you are, so yes.""Fine, wait until I send for my family guards!" Henry glares at them and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.However, before he can do anything with it, the phone is swiftly snatched from him."I'm sorry, sir. But that is not allowed. You can only start eating now or remain here even after the resta

Henry and Isabella had devised a plan to embarrass Jordan, hoping he would struggle to pay the bills and end up washing plates for a month. However, their scheme took an unexpected turn when Jordan not only paid the bills but did so with an astonishing 2.4 billion, 98 thousand dollars. This isn't 2. 4 million, 98 thousand dollars or 200 million, 98 thousand dollars but 2.4 billion, 98 thousand dollars! Isabella doesn't know what to make of this. The Jordan she divorced days ago was just a penniless man, one she and her family saw as a liability, which resulted to the divorce. How did he become so wealthy in the blink of an eye? Is she dreaming?She pinches herself to be sure before staring back at the screen. Seeing the numbers still blatantly visible on big screen, she can't help but inhale sharply.She was not dreaming. It's actually real. Jordan really paid the bills. He actually forked out 2.4 billion! She freezes.For a while, a heavy silence hangs in the air before the room b

"What is this?" As the waitress accepts the card from Jordan and stares down at it, she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion."Hahaha, Jordan, did you pick up a play card on the floor? When did debit start being gold in color?" Henry jeers, laughing mockingly at him."That you don't know the card, is that what makes it a play card that I picked on the floor?" Jordan scoffs. "Anyways, your reaction is well expected, I would have been even surprised if any of you knew the card because the card is only one in the entire country, specially made for me.""Hah, what is that? Isn't he exaggerating too much?" A diner frowns. "He is just a pauper; how could he have a card that is only one in the country and is specially made for him? In fact, when has it ever been heard that a card was specially made for someone? Even the King of Zephyria might not have such card, who is he to?""He must be playing games with us all! Hah, he has no money and he made such a scene. How infuriating.""Well, I'm

"Why will I?" Jordan retorts, rolling his eyes. "Please order away! Don't hold back!""Jordan," Natasha, not being able to help it, tugs at his shirt. "They are obviously plotting against you, how can you still ask her to order after Henry has ordered that much? Do you really have the money to pay?"Jordan smiles. "I wasn't joking when I said I could buy this whole restaurant, let alone a few drinks and meals. What are you waiting for? Order yours as well. Also add mine.""Hahaha, Jordan, you seem to have hit the jackpot. Even your character is like one a wealthy man. In that case, I won't be polite neither will I hold back." Isabella turns to the waiter who is still waiting. "I will have this, this, this, this..." Unlike Henry who only placed order for approximately twelve meals and wines, Isabella takes hers up a notch, ordering 20 meals and 20 wines, the meals in the price range of five hundred thousand and the wines in the price range of one million."Ah!" Natasha slams her hand

Dear readers, I know I've wronged so many of you by not updating for so long. 😭😭I'm sorry. so so sorry. I've been caught up with my second book A Billionaire After Divorce and school. I graduated last year.I promise, I'll try my best to resume writing in March. Unfailingly. Since I left the book for so long, I'll need to read it again and refresh my memory then dive in. Please give me just one more month and I'll resume updating. I hope you guys can still stick with me. Thank you. From your lovely author, GHOSTWRITER.

Perhaps he believes as far as he pushed down his ego and begged, he would undoubtedly be forgiven. After all, Lucian is a man who appears to be easily moved by apologies, regardless if they were genuine or not.But he had got it all wrong this time as Lucian merely scoffs as soon as he finishes putting up the forgive me drama and retorts,"Fancy you kneeling there and yelling I shouldn't do this when you brought it upon yourself. Hah! I've been patient enough with you, but I see you might be taking my benevolence for weakness and dismissing me as a pushover you can snap at and curse whenever you want. "As a result, I might pardon others as they didn't concur or refute you when you said what you said, but I would never pardon you! "Since you've finally succeeded to cross my bottom line, you might as well bear the consequences! Only after you've suffered that would you realize how ruthless I am as a person and know that I'm no pushover!"He sways his gaze to Chester. "Keep away from

With each word Lucian says, Cole and his brothers feel a pang in their chests that by the time he is done talking, their chests can't help but begin aching. Simultaneously, their brows crinkle and their face contort in discomfort. This is indeed what they planned to do. They'd suffered so much just because of the useless little girl and her boyfriend.Obviously, there was no way they would have let that lying down. It was just as Lucian said, they'd silently planned in their hearts to seek revenge against him later because they had to verify his identity first but would go ahead to kill the little girl and her boyfriend immediately since they already know their statuses. Like, they had not been planning to let that revenge-seeking cross today.They've always loved serving their revenge hot. But what they never expected is that Lucian will easily figure out their untold plans. A plan they had not even discussed amongst themselves but harbored only in their respective hearts. They

'My sister,' as those simple yet powerful words leave Lucian's lips and infiltrate the little girl's eardrums, an overwhelming sensation course through her veins, and her eyes well up with tears. She doesn't know why, but hearing Lucian refer to her as his sister makes her so aroused and emotional.Maybe because she never had a big brother, let alone one who would stand up for her so selflessly. What aggravates her emotions even more is the fact that Lucian knows nothing about her. Like, he has never met her before yet he is so willing to go to the ends of the world for her. The knowledge that she now has a stranger as a big brother and a powerful one at that is quite weird yet so overwhelming and soothing."Thank you, thank you so much," she can't help but express her heartfelt gratitude. "I'm really grateful!" Her eyes sparkle and she pouts, looking much like a pouting kitten.Lucian is instantly overwhelmed with the strong urge to laugh as the little girl is so amusing right now w

Callum's brows furrow and his face contort in displeasure. At this moment, he seemingly appears to be both perplexed and displeased. According to what the little girl said, she accepted his apologies. He is sure he heard that right, so why should he apologize to her again, or could it be that the girl was merely being sarcastic?But it doesn't seem that way. In that case, that can only mean she meant it and that Lucian is the one who is twisting her words for whatever reason. An acid taste creeps into his tongue and he clenches his fists.Since Lucian now calls the shots, he must be doing it on purpose to trample on his ego and shatter it if possible.His nose flares up in rage and he furiously turns, seemingly as if he wants to pick a fight with him, but as his gaze lands on Rome and Chester's murderous faces, a chill runs down his spine and he jerks twice as if he had been electrocuted."I-""You are twisting my words!" Before he can say anything, the little girl says helplessly an

The little girl is gaping at Callum as if she is seeing him for the first time and her heart is thumping so strongly, loudly, and quickly, a cloudburst of blood surging through her veins in tides upon tides. Who would have guessed that Callum, one of the burly figures who seemed so powerful and tyrannical to her would be reduced to this?She is so stunned at the sudden twist in events that her jaw is practically dropping to the floor, and she doesn't in the slightest know how to handle it. Regardless, she is just a pauper who has spent her entire life in the slums and is at the bottom of society. As a result, her self-esteem has taken a significant hit, plummeting to an all-time low. And this has had so many negative effects on her, one of which is the fact that she has, over the years, grown accustomed to being the one begging others, and with the exception of her boyfriend, who begs her occasionally when he offends her, no one else has ever begged her. One could imagine just how bi

"Help me, guys. I can't carry him alone" Daisy directed at her parents and like if they knew she was gonna say that rolled their eyes at her."Thought you're all-powerful and great. Carry him yourself then, baby girl," her mum mumbled, keeping her gaze away from her.Daisy's jaw dropped and her mouth hung open as she stared at her mum with one brow up. "Do you really mean that, mum? Like, are you fucking serious?""Yes I am," her mum retorted and eyed her."Ain't you gonna say anything, dad?"Her dad shrugged off and fiddled with his fingers for a while before staring at her. "For the love I had for Daniel when he was alive I'll help you carry his body, not him. Is that okay with you?""Whatever." she rolled her eyes. "At least you gonna help me not like some people who don't want to."Her mum chuckled, strolled to her, and smacked her head."Ouch! What was that for?" She whined rubbing the spot she smacked her."That's for thinking that I'll let you both carry Daniel's body alone. Do

The people of Hilton Bale after crying their eyes out on the cold blood-filled ground stood up with their puffy eyes and began leaving one after the other. All their heads were lowered and it slammed so heavily as if it wants to break apart. Most left with their dead babies in their arms while others shook their heads and left theirs there on the ground. Tears kept trickling down their cheeks as everyone made a slight bow to dead Daniel's body before he or she leaves. Most of their clothes were torn in several parts and dripped with blood and sweat.Husbands held their sobbing wives in a warm soothing embrace while trying their best not to cry cause they wanna be strong for them but for the first time failed woefully.Both husbands and wives sobbed feverishly like little kids not minding their age.Once they all left Mr. Robert and his wife strolled to their daughter in tears too and helped her stand. They dusted her stained gown and pulled her into an embrace as she sobbed in the

"You deserve to die!" Another voice shrieked from the crowd. "You're the most foolish being I've ever seen in my life..." "Ugly asshole..." "Loser..." While all the taunts and curses were going on Daniel kept calm and didn't even do like he could hear them. He took his mind to the last words of Theodora which was 'good luck on your quest' as his mind sought for answers. "What quest is she talking about?" He breathed staring at the ground. "Does she in any way know of my desire to go find the wizard or was she just talking about my challenge?" He ruffled his hair in obvious frustration, stood up from the ground, dusted his body, and stared at the dead bodies all over the arena as tears trickled down his cheeks. Adhering to his instinct which was pushing him to touch the babies he strolled to them and touched those without heads as much as he could and walked away sobbing lowly. A sudden wind hovered over the babies that he touched immediately he walked away and after the wind

"Why does she have to do this!" Daniel uttered profanity as he ran so fastly until he came before the weeping people who had their dead babies in their arms. All of them had swollen eyes and soaked up torn clothes. Their clothes dripped of both tears, sweat, and blood.'I don't think father explained this so well. Havoc is just a little word to consider the sight before me right now' he surmised and didn't even know when his knees hit the ground as tears flowed freely from his eyes and clouded his vision.Daisy and her parents arrived at that instant and shook their heads at the sight before them as a heart-wrenching pain coursed through them. They strolled to Daniel and raised him.Just as Daniel stood up with the help of Daisy and her parents he thought of Theodora and started wondering where she might be.Not getting answers from his thoughts he looked far behind the people and there she was still killing and ripping babies with a huge scowl on her face and a smile on her lips.He

"Can I sit beside you?" Daniel inquired of Daisy who was sitting on the bed with her head in between her knees and ruffled his hair.For more than three minutes he has been standing at the door not knowing what to do.Several times he opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. It actually took him a lot before he mumbled that. And from his expression, it's so obvious that's he's so tensed up.Daisy raised her head, glanced at him, slowly bobbed, and lowered her head back in between her knees.He wiped his face and settled down beside her. "I'm sorry for shouting at you. I didn't mean to. Please don't be mad at me" he mumbled and tried to hold her hand but she shifted it away from his grip."I've no reason to be mad at you" she retorted coldly without raising her head. "It's your life anyway and you can live it anyhow you want. And I'm so sorry for shouting at you. My emotions got the best part of me. I don't even know why it did. I'm sorry though.""Daisy" he called and tried to h

"What did you just say, father?" Daniel asked with a broad smile."I said what if he's in allegiance with Theodora? Like, what if both know each other? What if they are friends?""What if he's not? Our problem is that we conclude a lot father. Like, what if they haven't even seen each other before? What if they are so far apart from each other?""You are also not sure baby. Going to that wizard is 90-10% chances. You have a 90% chance of death and 10% chance of survival.""If that is the risk I have to take to free Hilton Bale from Theodora then to be frank I'm willing to take it, baby. I'll do everything in my power to send that wicked witch to where she belongs. Which is six feet beneath the surface.""Hmm," Mrs. Ryleigh exhaled, stood up, and strolled to him. She cupped up his jaw and stared into his eyes. "You're like a son to me even though you are my daughter's lover Daniel. I love you as much as I love Daisy if not more. I can't sit back and watch you walk into your death. Nope

His words drag me back to reality. They are so deep that I don't just hear them, I feel them deep down my bones, body, and soul.It's so cold and at the same time warm. I can feel them and it feels like I can touch them too.I've never known words can penetrate that deep. Nobody's words have ever penetrated that deep into me but his does.Why? Why does it? I'm getting frustrated with each passing minute! Why do everything he does have an impact on me?Things never do, why then is his different? Why is his trying to push through my barrier?I grit my teeth and stare at him, realizing that he is indeed still alive when should he be dead.I have almost forgotten about him. I tend to do that each time I doze off. I hope you are not getting me wrong. I hope you are not getting the word 'doze' wrong because it doesn't in any way relate to sleep in that statement.I drop my eyes on him. At the stranger who is making me feel things I haven't felt before and anger bubbles within me.All I think

No one shouts at me. Absolutely no one! You might probably think that a lie, of course, it is. But then again, it is also the truth.I said no one because I've never termed my so-called dad a living thing. He had always been a living corpse to me so I didn't take whatever he did to me seriously. Killing him still makes me feel so good even though I know that he died so easily and leisurely.I do wish I could bring him back to life and give him a slow, painful death. One he wouldn't have forgotten even in his grave and afterlife as a ghost.I stared at the young girl who had just broken my history by being the first girl to ever shout at me and my deep sapphire blue eyes darkened.I knew it did because I could see it through her eyes. They were as black as coal with no pupil visible yet I could see. Perhaps I could see even more than the girl.My breathing exacerbated and my fists clenched. I didn't know being shouted at could make me that angry, but it did, I knew it, and she knew it

She looked so young and naive, probably sixteen years old. I would have walked away as I normally do but I couldn't understand why such a young girl like her would want to end her life at that early age. Not that I cared, I guess I was just curious and needed something– anything– to forget about my sorrows or at the slightest keep it low. And she was the exact thing I needed at that moment because while walking out of the hell I call home, I was hoping I would see someone who could come along and make my tragedies seem less tragic.You might not understand this phenomenon but it's something people like me who have seen the worst things in life do.You seek out people like you... or people worse off than you... and you use them to make yourself feel a bit better about the horrible things that have happened to you at such an early stage of life.It's often so horrible how life works. Some people face their horrors of life once in a while, some once in a lifetime, the lucky ones don't

With how fragile his full, tick-haired head looks, I doubt it would last up to one– or maybe two– minutes if I hit it against the wall not so far away from him.At least if I'm detained for his murder this time around, I'll serve my punishment and my mum will have to be set free. I doubt they won't put bit and bit together after finding his corpse the same way I left my dad's and know that I killed him too. They are smart, they would know.A sour acid-like taste creeps into my mouth and my chest tightens as I remember her. And how she looked when they dragged her away.I wonder what they are doing to her right now, I wonder about the state she is in. I wonder if they would be so ruthless enough to hit her.My fist clenches at the thought of someone hitting her and my heart palpitates.It happens so quickly that I suck in a rush of air and bring my hand to the base of my throat, my eyes rolling over to my head and my breathing going up and up. "Jesus, breathe Bella, breathe," I whispe

I walk around the room in my naked state with water cascading down my plump body to be sure I didn't make a blunder about where I left the body but everything gets eerier when there's nothing in the room. Not even a single trace of blood!His heart is also not there. It's just as if nothing happened here. The room smells as new and fresh as liven flowers.Did someone come in here when I was in the bathroom? But I never heard a sound and cleaning up the sticky-smelling blood and taking away the corpse would have taken a lot more than an hour so how come?My throat suddenly feels dry. And my heart is panting heavily that I can hear the sound.I'm certain someone ten feet away from me would too. Or did I spend more than an hour in the bathroom? Perhaps I did!But even at that, the cops left so how then did the body suddenly disappear?I try to tell myself that I must have made a mistake, I try to believe that I might have assumed I left his corpse here when I didn't.But in as much as I t

Her cries wouldn't stop. It keeps increasing. If it is just that I wouldn't be a bit concerned but she is kissing him. She is fucking kissing all over his face and soaking him up with her tears.I clench my fist and bare my teeth, tempted to end her chapter just like I ended that of her husband but before I can take a step the whole place begins blaring with cop sirens.As if controlled by the same thing, I and mum turn pale and our eyes dilate. Cops? What are they doing here? Why are they here?I glance at mum and she is crying silently yet shaking her head furiously now. I try to run out but halt, turn back and rush to her. "Let's go before they get here, mum. Let's go." I urge her, stretching my hand for her to take it.Mum doesn't move. She just stares silently at me with tears still dribbling down her cheeks.I hear their footsteps getting closer and my breathing quicken. "Let's go, mum! Let's go!" I wail darting my eyes around as I look for an exit door and a smile form on my li