Ghost

Everyone believed Arashi Ren was just another street fighter. An orphan. A nobody. A boy who survived by fighting. The night he turned eighteen—after winning the biggest fight of his life—he was shot in an alley and left for dead. But death is a door. Death was only the beginning. When Arashi wakes up, his name and his have been erased. And his captors claim it was done to save his life. They tell him the impossible truth: The most powerful man in the world was his father. And now he’s dead. With no heir, except the son who was hidden, sealed, forgotten. As Arashi is forced through brutal tests of memory and instinct, a truth is unveiled. His strength was never accidental. His survival was never just luck. And the fortune missing from his father’s empire may be buried not in vaults, but inside his own body. Yet wealth is the least of what awakens. Because as Arashi steps back into Chicago as a ghost reborn, the supernatural world begins to notice him. Werewolf packs stir. Old Alpha blood recognizes its own. And the man assigned to protect him may be bound to him by something far more dangerous than loyalty. Love becomes a weakness. Power demands blood. And the past refuses to stay buried. From the streets to the throne, Arashi Ren will rise from nothing… And claim what was always his. GENRE: Urban Fantasy / Mafia Power Fantasy / Paranormal Drama / Action SETTING: Modern-Chicago. Crime-syndicates, billionaires, and supernatural-packs overlap beneath the surface of the human world. At the top of both worlds stands the Giodanzo Dynasty, a bloodline with ties to an extinct Alpha lineage. Every year, pack leaders gather in secret-conclaves to maintain balance. For fifteen years, one bloodline has been missing its heir. Until now.

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.