Lucky Marissa Stapley Novels & Stories

The truth had finally cracked open, and it stung worse than the lies. ~~*~~ Meanwhile, Daniel stood across from Marissa in a dimly lit parking lot. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes darted nervously. "Why did you call me here?" he asked. "Because I made a mistake," Marissa said. "I didn’t know what they were planning. I thought it was just about the company. But now... there’s a body count." Daniel's voice was low. "Who are they?" "It’s not just one person. Xavier Stone is involved. And there’s someone else feeding him information."

Mr. Huxley turned to his wife, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What about her?" he asked. Mrs. Huxley's face was ashen as she stared at the details on the paper. "Larisa Madison is the doctor," she said, her voice trembling. Mr. Huxley looked at his wife in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Larisa, Marcellus' ex-wife," Mrs. Huxley said, showing Mr. Huxley the details paper. "And the paper says that she's the doctor at Safety Medical Hospital."

“Good morning, Your Majesty. I am Marissa, designer of the Crypthil royal family.” “Nice to meet you, Marissa.” I smile politely as she walks in. Her eyes linger on my body and I try not to feel too uncomfortable under her stare. “My gosh, you have a lovely figure.” “T-Thank you.” I answer, finding it hard not to stutter especially as I’ve not received a compliment in ages. But of course, she’s just saying it to be kind. Marissa takes out the tape from her bag and removes a large notebook with a pen. Then, she looks up as if asking for permission.

“I wish you luck.” “I'm interrupting your friendship bonding, but can we get on with what we discussed on the phone?” Marissa's sarcastic voice startled them, arms akimbo. They didn't realize when the door swung open. As she approached the desk which stood in the middle of the library she pulled out two guns and dropped them it. Aiden eyed them and she noticed. “For safety, sometimes, the huntress becomes the hunted.” Marissa smirked, glancing at Aiden. Bradville

"I should be the one thanking you. I only did what any doctor should do." I wanted to thank Lawrence for giving me a piece of bread in my past life, even when he'd been disabled. Because he'd shown me kindness, Whitney shattered all of his fingers out of sheer retaliation. That was why I became a doctor. I wanted to treat his disability and help him stand on his feet again. Some time afterward, Simon, who'd been paralyzed and living upstairs, passed away. That day, I saw a familiar face again. Whitney stood off to the side, her head lowered, looking timid and ashamed. It seemed she hoped to catch one last glimpse of Simon. The moment Mrs. Campbell noticed her, she immediately called in the b

Across the floor, Sophie entered — cloaked in dark violet, the gold phoenix pin on her collarbone glowing like a blade. No smiles. Just recognition. Camellia spotted her across the crowd. Marissa. Hair dyed black. Thinner. Different nose ring. But unmistakable. She slipped through the crowd and intercepted her near the wine table. “Hey, Mari.” Marissa turned—startled. But masked. “Sorry. Do I know you—” Camellia shoved a flash drive into her hand. “You’ve got one hour to vanish. If not, your betrayal goes public. Every donor list. Every message. Every threat.”

—they separated immediately. — No — Luciana said and she approached her friend whom she hugged very tightly. — I'm sorry — she said sincerely. —Do not worry honey. We can go now, everything is ready, now we have to agree with the wedding designer and start planning my wedding for two months. —Irina said very happily. Luciana was happy for her friend, they walked together and Luciana apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Guiachetti, who told her to be calm, that nothing had happened. When they were going to get each couple into the car, Saúl stopped Santiago and took them away from the girls who were They looked like parrots.

𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 I leaned back, a dark, self deprecating smile pulling at my lips. If any of the shareholders or board members at Sterling Holdings could see me right now, they would think I’d lost my mind. The ruthless, untouchable Xavier Sterling, reduced to counting the minutes between unread messages from a woman he’d met in the hazy, tequila scented shadows of an exclusive club. But Marissa Harrison wasn't just any woman. She was my obsession. My First Love.

She said her name was Lucky, and she was nineteen. “Maraja get me the newcomer’s file I want to know everything about her, are you sure she's human.” I asked looking at him, yes my king she has human parents. All the background information I found was clean.” Maraja said, looking at me strangely handing me the file I asked for. I read the file quickly as everyone reviewed the packet Maraja passed out to them. Once we made it to the room where the first test was located. I wanted to make sure Lucky passed the test, I told Maraja to make sure she had everything she needed. She didn't come prepared like the rest of the collectors. She was new and didn't know the interworking’s of being a collec

She may have been my mate, but why would she want to leave me if she was innocent? “Bring them to me, now. Oh, and Lydia, you better not be lying to me.” I snarl before I hang up. Jessica takes my hand, but I feel repulsed at her touch, so I step away from her. When Lydia arrives jogging towards me. “Show me.” I command, with shaking hands she rummages through her bag and takes out a piece of paper and a picture. Handing them to me, I open the paper and read the results. My eyes widen at what I’m reading. Marissa was 10 weeks pregnant.