Ghost

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.

Once a ghost, always a ghost. Ethan Vale, a quiet locksmith in East London, hides from a past that officially doesn’t exist. Years ago, he was an MI5 infiltration specialist — until a mission in Prague went wrong, his entire team was killed, and his name was erased. He’s lived in silence since. Until one rain-soaked night, a woman named Clara Daines bursts into his shop with a bleeding shoulder and a biometric case she claims holds evidence of a government conspiracy. Hours later, armed men arrive. Ethan’s calm life is shattered in seconds. When he opens the case, he finds something impossible — an active MI5 kill order with his name on it, dated that same day. Hunted by his own agency, Ethan partners with Detective Isla Hart, a sharp but idealistic investigator chasing a string of assassinations linked to a defunct MI5 unit known as Division 9 — the same unit Ethan once led. As Ethan unravels the mystery, he discovers Division 9 never truly ended — it evolved into The Consortium, a covert alliance manipulating London’s surveillance systems to engineer obedience. Every crime, every target, every “accident” is part of a digital control plan called Project Echelon II. The closer Ethan gets to the truth, the more he realizes: Division 9 didn’t just erase him. It rebuilt him — piece by piece. And now, the ghosts he buried are coming back… wearing his face. The final revelation will force Ethan to confront the deepest question of all: Is he still human — or just another trace in someone else’s code?

The Pandora’s Box also identified as the Devil's Toy Box An urban legend commonly told to citizens from birth about Pandora’s box that has the power to grant your inner desires, your greatest wish, beauty, immortality, fame, wealth, power, name it; you just have to find the box and make your wish. So people will fight each other; fathers betray sons and daughters engage in a bloodbath against anyone, however, there are only a few who truly know that the devil's box of wishes was a key to a gateway to unlocking another dimension of monsters to human reality. The Yoon prestigious family is a billionaire family that owns it all in terms of wealth, but the seedlings struggle for succession for the vast wealth brings out the deadly evil nature of them. Sen Jin won- Alex Walker, the devil's son, witnesses his grandmother and his mother killed in front of his eyes by his uncles and aunties to obtain the wealthy throne. He was bullied and mistreated by his family. In a dungeon he unlocks Pandora's box and got a leveling-system for revenge, which becomes his help as well as his greatest doom, pulling into a battle known as the GAMES OF THE GODS , as champion host to battle six other champions like him hosted by seven class entities which are- power type class-Zeus king of Gods, lancer class- Odin alfner, Archer class-Artemis, warrior class- Athena Goddess of war, Necromancer class- Anunbis god of the dead ,Assassin class- Kratos ghost of sparta and Mage class- Ares the God of violence. The gods are known as the GODS OF THE GABS. unlocking a world of monsters merging with the human world. He must save his friends, his beloved, and the world from mistakes in his quest for vengeance.  

The night New York’s skyline burned with storm light, ex soldier Dickson Ford returned from the dead. Once a covert protection operative betrayed on a mission that erased his unit, he now hides behind a new name, hired to guard the woman who unknowingly sits at the center of the same conspiracy that destroyed him. Celeste Vonn, ruthless young CEO of Vonn Enterprises, rules her corporate empire with ice-cold precision. Her father’s mysterious death left her empire on the edge of collapse and enemies within her own boardroom. When Dickson walks in as her new security advisor, their first meeting detonates like a collision of flint and steel sharp , words, colder stares, unspoken recognition of danger in each other. An unseen network strikes crashing systems, sabotaging assets, turning her own company against her, Celeste makes an impossible move, she binds herself to Dickson in a public alliance that looks like marriage but is really war strategy. What begins as a business contract soon turns into a labyrinth of trust, betrayal, and forbidden emotion. Together they uncover a plot that links her father’s research to Dickson’s lost comrades: a rogue AI program called PROJECT ECHO, designed to weaponize human consciousness. Every step deeper reveals that Celeste’s father didn’t just build the system he used people as its living core. The enemy isn’t just outside the walls it’s inside the network, inside the people. The closer they come to the truth, the more their alliance fractures under secrets. Dickson’s real identity as a ghost of the past could destroy her trust forever and when ECHO awakens fully, it forces him to choose between two impossible missions protect the woman he’s come to love, or finish the war that made him a ghost.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.