Transmigrated As A Ghost

The bullet tore through a man's throat, and Dante Cross didn't even blink. Dante is the finest cleaner the Agency has ever created—a ghost who erases bodies, witnesses, and entire operations without leaving a trace. Loyal to the system that shaped him, he believes one last mission will earn his freedom. He's wrong. The Agency never lets its weapons walk away. When a routine dead drop ends with two trusted contacts slaughtered inside a safehouse only he knew about, Dante realizes someone is erasing his trail while he's still alive. The betrayal isn't from an enemy but from someone who knows his real name, his retirement plan, and the location of the only person he still cares about. The truth is devastating: the order came from inside, and his own handler has marked him for death. As Dante digs deeper, he discovers his final assignment is far bigger than a cartel cleanup. It's the transfer of seven high-value prisoners who hold secrets capable of exposing a shadow network spanning three continents. If the prisoners disappear, the truth dies with them. If the operation fails, the organization vanishes into the shadows forever. Dante is the only man who knows both the transfer route and how the network truly operates. Then comes the final revelation. His handler hasn't just betrayed him—he has been manipulating him for years. Every mission, every kill, every "clean" operation was never about justice but about testing and perfecting a living weapon. Dante was never the Agency's cleaner. He was its experiment. Now hunted by the organization that created him, Dante must uncover the truth, protect the last person he loves, and survive long enough to destroy the system before it erases him forever. The countdown has already begun.

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.

Weston Hale was once the underworld's most feared asset, codename the Calculator, a man who never carried a weapon because he never needed one. He mapped routines, found weaknesses, and let his targets destroy themselves. When a rival faction under Dorian Kessler killed his pregnant wife trying to kill him, Weston let the world believe he'd died too. Seven years later, he's a quiet small-city accountant, stepfather to Sienna Cortlandt's two children, rebuilding a life he never thought he'd get to keep. That life ends the day developer Garrick Vandermere sets his sights on the family's home. His enforcer, Cole Whitfield, escalates from paperwork to threats to violence, unaware he's provoking a man who doesn't fight, he calculates. Weston dismantles Vandermere's empire with quiet precision, but the very skill he uses to protect his family is the signature that alerts Kessler he's still alive. As Kessler closes in, Weston discovers Vandermere's project was secretly bankrolling Kessler's operation all along, and that his own former handler, Priya Osei, made a deal years ago that helped Kessler find him. Worse, he uncovers the truth Kessler never knew either: the order to kill Weston's family didn't come from Kessler at all. It came from The Ledger, the shadow agency Weston used to serve, because Weston had started protecting people the agency considered expendable. His new life wasn't an escape. It was a leash. To save Sienna, Judson, and Nora for good, Weston must destroy the organization that made him, using the only weapon he's ever trusted: the numbers. This is a story about a man forced to choose, once and for all, between the ghost he buried and the family he refuses to lose.

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.