Kirisame Marisa Novels & Stories

That evening— Marisa stayed late. She opened her phone. Nothing. No messages. Her breathing relaxed. Maybe— Then. Phone vibrated. One message. Wrong schedule. Marisa stared. Another message appeared. You made a mistake? Her breathing slowed. She stared. Then typed. Yes. Sent. Seconds passed. Another message. That’s unlike you. Marisa stared. Then locked the phone. Her chest became tight. Because suddenly— she realized something. Lila noticed. Not fully. But enough. Her phone vibrated again.

"Otherwise, I’ll kill him." "Woah, woah." Kim gasped, holding up her hands. "We aren’t your enemy." "It’s fine, Kim." I said, shooting her a look. "Just stay back." "Best to listen to him, sweetie." Marissa purred, fixing her now red gaze on mine. "I’m not particularly fond of the thought of having to kill a child, so just run along." "Marissa," I said slowly, letting a slow smile spread across my face. "It’s really you."

Then, Marie, came inside the room too while humming. “Oh gosh~ It is so refreshing to take a bath after a long time of working,” Marie said, drying her orange hair. As she lifted her head, she saw Cris staring at the door with a confuse expression on her face. So she asked, “Why are you looking like that? As if you saw a ghost.” “Well,” Cris said with a sigh. “Reese is being weird.” When Marie heard that the topic is Reese, whom she had to watch over, she enthusiastically asked. “Why? What happened? Why do you think she’s weird? Tell me. Tell me~”

And Aronohai Misa’s best friend and wrangler. She walks past the curious eyes of the elites and clamps a hand down on Misa’s shoulder. Something only she can do because they are almost the same height— and she is the one least likely to get her arm ripped off by Misa. All I know about Amane Riko is that she is known as an alpha with an easygoing demeanor, and she isn’t known to be cruel to omegas… “You all seem to be enjoying the show…”. She might as well have sprayed teargas at the spectators with the speed at which they dispersed.

“You’re saying all of this… is you?” “Yes,” I said, voice firmer now. “It’s me. I’m not just Isabella who lost her marriage. I’m not just the woman Kiara thinks she can shatter. I am Marisol Abram. Someone tried to erase me, but I survived. And now I’m remembering.” The truth filled the room like the storm I had felt gathering for days. Mia’s eyes glistened with worry, but there was something else too—pride, fierce and protective.

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

I asked, and she chuckled. “No, you don’t, but we could get to know each other,” she said, and I scoffed. I wasn’t in the mood for that, and she probably wouldn’t understand. I ignored her and sipped the glass of wine I was with. “Sorry for not introducing myself properly. I’m Marisa, one of Dante’s ex-girlfriends.” When she said this, my eyes widened at once and I gulped the entire content in my glass, placing it on the ground and shooting her a soul staring glare.

Marisa murmured while her eyes glistened. The thin girl was being touched, and for the first time, Marisa had noticed and given her a gift. Safira quickly grabbed her shoulder. "Is it real?" Safira's eyes began to blur. "Yeah, I did it, there's one more," you say. She gave Marisa another, tighter hug. "Wait! Wait… Don't squeeze me too tightly; you know my perfume is pricey and my makeup is important. Don't allow anything to be harmed." said Marisa.

Marisa shut the door and sat on the bed near her Luna. Fleurie took out her notebook, not wanting to talk out loud with anyone. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Fleurie jotted down in her notebook, the notebook that her mate Graysen had given to her. " No, I was just hesitant to approach you or talk to you, but here I am," Marisa said with a tiny shake of her head. The mate of Graysen frowned slightly as she wrote. Hesitating? why? "I'm simply socially awkward and clumsy, and you were frail." Marisa saw Fleurie's bruises and scars on her wrist while she lay unconscious on the hospital bed.

Amaria's face reddened, she gulped as she looked away and shoved him aside. “ I do not need a slave, we will find a way to remove that slave rune, and then you will be free, ” Amaria said, He was about to say something but he paused when he heard a slight sound that even Amaria couldn't hear. He pulled Amaria closer and whispered, “ Someone is here”, Amaria glanced to the side she came from and spots a familiar brown bag. Amaria chuckled and called,“ Teresa?”, Teresa sighed loudly and slowly revealed herself. “ I'm sorry for eavesdropping and ruining the moment you two were having,” Teresa apologized meekly. Amaria's eyes widened and her face reddened the more.