Ghost

Black Hollow is a town built on secrets, where the past lingers like smoke and whispers of the dead weave through the wind. When Evelyn Drake, a 32-year-old trauma psychologist, inherits her estranged grandmother's abandoned estate, she plans to sell it and never look back. But the house, once ravaged by an unexplained fire, holds a history as twisted as the town itself. Evelyn soon discovers that her grandmother, Vivienne Hale, was a Soul Keeper, a guardian of spirits trapped between life and death. Her return stirs something ancient and angry. The spirits of Black Hollow awaken, their vengeance unresolved. When burned corpses begin appearing, each victim bearing the same eerie mark, Evelyn realizes she’s entangled in a crime that refuses to stay buried. Teaming up with Detective Ethan Calloway, a hardened cop haunted by his own past, Evelyn must uncover a decades-old conspiracy, a forgotten fire, and the true purpose of the Soul Keeper’s legacy. But not every ghost seeks peace. Some crave revenge. And in the ashes of the past, a killer still walks among the living.

He was a ghost, a hitman so good the mafia thought he was dead. But they dragged him back for one last, unavoidable kill. His target knows his deepest, darkest secret. Now, he's forced to look at all the violence he's caused and figure out if this is his final shot at making things right, or if he's doomed forever.

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.