Found 5 ghost files Stories

When detective for hire, Ashira Cohen, was 13, her con artist father disappeared, leaving her with emotional scars and a limp she can't hide. But she toughened up, determined never to be played again. Is history repeating itself?
First, she's hit on the head during a stakeout, revealing a mysterious tattoo on the back of her skull. Even worse? It's a now-broken ward unleashing dangerous magic that as a Mundane, she shouldn't possess.
Her unruly powers nearly kill her long-time nemesis, Le...

George Lunden thinks he has an ordinary sometimes stressful life. His life along with the two people closest to him are about to get thrown on an international chase for their lives. Through this book you will get a sense of hard learned life lessons and journeys through North America, West Africa, Belgium, Spain, Finland and Russia and many different airplanes. If you love flying, adventure and different countries then this book is quite probably for you.

She was born into a cage of blood and lies.
Selena Rossi knows two things: her mafia don father’s empire is built on corpses, and her mother’s killer walks free.
He’s the ghost in her nightmares.
Rook. Her father’s deadliest shadow. A name whispered in fear. An assassin without a face… until he’s forced into her light as her 24/7 bodyguard.
Mutual hatred is their shield.
Trapped together as bullets fly, Selena sees the flicker of pain behind his ice-cold eyes. He sees the crack in he...

Crystal. An orphan who lost her parents at a very early and tender age got the chance to be the secretary of the ruthless billionaire who's name was Red.
She disliked him and he didn't like seeing her around him but then tragedy struck. Red was attacked by someone and he went into coma at the spot. He followed his body to the hospital and when he got there, he discovered he was going to die soon.
He didn't like the fact that he was going to die without knowing who killed him and then he w...

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“I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip.
Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak and now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.
“No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.”
His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, steady, ruthless. My ...