Novels by Ghostink

MIRA I saw his warm, brown eyes widen in surprise. Then they darted to my face, my wet dress, and my cleavage. They lingered there for a fraction of a second, and I knew I had got him. This was almost too easy. With a slight start, he looked me in the face and opened his mouth to say something. The words didn't come. "Well?" I said sharply. "What are you staring at?" "Listen, I'm sorry," he began. I interrupted him. "You were probably staring at someone else just like that, so it's obvious you weren't even paying attention to where you were going. For Pete's sake! This place is full of people in case you hadn't noticed." I paused to take a breath. He took the opportunity to say, "Like I said, I apo-" I put up my hand, palm up. Around us, conversations had stopped as people watched the scene. A man in a navy blue suit, probably the manager of the casino, was coming towards us, pushing his way through the small crowd. "Save your apology for someone who cares," I snapped. F

MIRA The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the clock ticking, of my deep, nervous breathing, and of Lucius pacing his sitting room. "You understand what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. "Yes," I said, picking up a pearl-shaped diamond earring and putting it on. After I accepted to do the job, he had instructed one of the maid to bring the clothes I was supposed to wear for the job. They went well with the simple but expensive red dress, showing more than a hint of cleavage, that fitted me like a second skin. Lucius grunted. "Okay. But let me go over the details again. This job is damned important. It can't go wrong." He waited. When I didn't say anything, he went on. "This man, Nicholas, has regular habits... well, up to a certain extent. On Fridays, like today, he hangs out at the Royale casino, socialises, does a bit of gambling, and mostly wins." Lucius's voice turned bitter as though he hated the fact that this Lorenzo guy mostly had a winning streak. “An

MIRAThe cold light of dawn shone into the room as I sat there, staring anxiously out of the window. The clock struck the hour. It was time for me to go. I jumped to my feet and hurried to grab my car keys. I stopped when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair stuck out all over my head. My eyes were wild and frightened with dark shadows and a bruise under them. No surprise there. I hadn't slept at all. I had spent the night worrying about Rocco.I didn't kid myself that Lucius wouldn't hurt him just because he was a little boy. Lucius was the kind of criminal with no code or conscience. Grabbing my keys, I yanked on a sweater and left the house. I didn't remember the drive to Lucius's house. I just had a confused memory of sitting on the very edge of my seat, gripping the steering wheel, of horns honking, of drivers giving me the finger as I sped through the early morning traffic. When the tall, wrought iron gates of Lucius's mansion swung open a couple of hours later, it f

MIRA Lucius sat in the patch of moonlight that flooded in through the window while his thin, evil face broke into a smile when he saw me staring at him. Although he had grown a beard that made him look different, it still couldn't hide the ugly scar that ran across one cheek. "Hello, Mira," he said. “It’s been a while." “How?” I gasped, breathing heavily. How did he find me? I shuddered as anger slowly took the place of fear. I had done everything I could to be free of him. Now he was in my house, holding my son and me hostage. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" I barked, placing my hands on the cold floor. His grin widened. "That's one of the things I have always loved about you," he said in the same low, teasing voice. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in the chair. "The way you can go from frightened to pissed just like that—" He snapped his fingers. "even if there are three guns still pointing at you. You're quite a woman, you know th

MIRA I jolted awake at the sound of a sudden loud bang that shattered the silence. Gasping for air, I blinked twice and sat up in my bed, then my hands reached for my son Rocco, who stirred beside me. "Mummy?" he said sleepily. "What was that?" "Nothing, honey," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just close your eyes and go back to sleep. Remember you have school tomorrow." He nodded and snuggled against me. Gently, I stroked his hair, trying to calm my own racing thoughts, but as I listened to the sounds from outside my apartment, my anxiety spiked. Deep down, I knew that something was not right, and it wasn’t one of the nightmares I usually had. What I heard was too loud, too real to ignore. The wind sighed, a few night birds chirped, and… "McGregor's stupid cat," I muttered to myself, hissing loudly. My eyes were closing gradually before I heard another loud bang, which was followed by a sudden opening of my door. I froze, feeling my heart slam in my che