Lucky Marissa Stapley Novels & Stories

"I don't want you to feel like a prisoner." "I don't," she said. "Not today." Later, he gave her what she didn't expect, a gift far rarer than silk sheets or secret rooms. Permission. He handed her a small envelope. Inside was a single black card with her name etched in gold and a tracking chip embedded in the corner. "You're free to go to the bookstore," Damian said. "For as long as you need. Sadie-Rae's expecting you." Nova stared at him. "No guards?" Nova asked

Instead of responding, the woman turns to me conspiratorially. “I mess with him in hopes of dislodging the stick up his ass.” My eyes widen in shock. “I’m Desiree. Welcome to Prism.” Taking her offered hand, I shake it with a nervous smile. “Thank you. I’m Marisella.” “Marisella is an experienced freelance photographer. She’ll be a great addition to your team.” Alexei says. “Is that so?” Desiree scans me from head to toe, but it’s not hostile. I resist the urge to shift on my feet, wishing I’d worn something other than my waitressing outfit.

Or is she married to Lucien? That is impossible, she wears no wedding rings. That tattoo makes me convinced that Sable is not Marissa, they look so similar how? I know one thing that woman will try to find out why I was staring at her so intently. I need to leave this city as soon as possible. ★★★ “Did you find anything?,” asked my assistant. “Yes sir, Miss Marissa has been in the city the whole time, and she was recently arrested by the police where Miss Stella reported that Miss Marissa has assaulted her,” my assistant answered.

It is already proven in court and even the evidences were admitted. “I hope you’re telling the truth… you see I won’t give up until I find the culprit and if it’s you… I’ll surely come back and make sure you’ll rot in jail” “Did you just threaten me?” “We’ll go ahead” We stood and were about to leave when she suddenly spoke… “I think you should be aware of this…” Mrs. Marissa is walking towards us with a calm and rested aura. “Stacey is not an ordinary woman… she’s a psychopath”

Her nerfed escapade with Harry toppled over the stability that she had attained so far, and the person who she might have zoned as a support system felt very far from what she did. Plain wonderful. "Que sera, sera." Whatever happens, happens. She'd try to make her own fate, but in the end, we can't repel the forces of nature. She found comfort in that, knowing that sometimes she doesn't have to be in control, all she had to do was wait to see how things play out. Maria grabbed her cell phone, it was still the night of her wedding, her fake wedding that was invaded by a swarm of mind-crazing paparazzi and reporters. Just as she had expected, there were a lot of them flying around, positive, n

" Adams Harrah paused for a moment as she spoke. Emma Richard could see clearly that Adams Harrah had a flash of anger inside his eyes, and she asked, "You went to Marisa Miller, but she had notified people in advance and was waiting for you to throw yourself in the net, right?" "That's right!" Adams Harrah had already seen in his heart that the woman in front of him was incredibly intelligent, so he agreed to do so.

She spat making Patrice sigh hard. “Let’s start the raffle.” Mrs. Kim said. “For Jeric Kim…” She said as she picked one ticket from the bowl. “Michelle Jang.” She smiled as she called the girl named Michelle at the stage. “Sit here.” She motioned the table with seven vacant seats as well. Michelle Jang smiled at Jeric; he smiled back. *Wow at least that man’s has manners.* Patrice thought as she wished she wouldn’t be paired with L.

" I didn't take the box. I only looked at the scarf around her neck. It was the gift Nora had meant to give her before we left. After seeing Kyle, Nora had thrown it away. Marissa had dug it out of somewhere, washed it until it was wrinkled, and now wore it around her neck. "Marissa Langley," I said. "If everything in this world could be fixed after the fact, we wouldn't need police." The light in Marissa's eyes dimmed. Her lips moved, but for a long while, she couldn't get out a single word. "I know I was wrong. "I... I shouldn't have let myself get so close to Adrian Pierce and ignored how you two felt."

On floor forty-nine, the first Hollowed employee appeared. She was a legal assistant named Marissa who had once made the mistake of telling Haley that her livestream lighting was "a little aggressive" and had survived the resulting three-hour presentation on personal branding. Now Marissa stood beside a water cooler, eyes black from edge to edge, mouth open in a silent scream. She moved without transitions. One instant she was ten feet away. The next she was in front of Jack, fingers reaching for the compass. Marcus hit her with the flat of his forearm and sent her through a glass wall.

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.