Novel & Cerita Marisa Kirisame

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

Cressida turned to the young woman with long red hair and smiled. "Where am I?" The woman asked, sitting up on the bed. Cressida walked over and placed her hand on her head while chanting. "What's your name?" She asked in her sweet hypnotizing voice. The woman relaxed and smiled. "Marisa," She answered. Cressida removed her dress and leaned down to kiss Marisa, who didn't resist because of the spell she had placed on her.

**Haru:** “Missed you too, sis.” Seras pulls back—hands on his shoulders—then her eyes flick past him. To Mia—standing a step behind, still in Haru’s hoodie, silver hair wild, amber eyes huge and stunned. Seras’s smile softens—knowing, warm. **Seras:** “And you must be Mia.” Mia freezes—mouth open, breath caught. She’s staring at living history. Seras Nakamura—Sunrise Cheer Vice Captain, Void Swarm killer, one of the four who ended the war.

THERE GOES MY PLAN, HEHE EVIL LAUGH. "Marie heyyy " I marched towards the girl that has dirty blonde hair with hazel green eyes, the same age as me, with a little height. Marie was wearing a blueprint KILLUA t-shirt that was a character of hunter x hunter ( THE ONLY ANIME I KNOW) with the sleeves cut off that was tucked in with light blue jeans and black and white sneakers. That was my friend Marie Markin. I walked toward her and we both embraced each other in a hug.

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.

He was mute and his gaze travelled from her head down to her toes, she saw something in those grey eyes of his, something she'd seen the day he had kissed her. "I..I wan...want to go and see Cara" Dala stuttered "I'll tell one of the my subjects to accompany you and show you directions and to ensure you return...safely" kamur said On her way to find Cara, she saw a figure from afar that looked like that of Princess Amira. She had to find out. "Who could that be?" She asked the lady who Kamur had asked to follow her anywhere she wanted to go. More like her maid. Her name was Sita

Maria was flustered—this was the first time she had experienced so much attention and this was the life she chose. Just as she got out of the car, she heard a curse word and turned in the direction of where it came from. A few feet away from her stood a blonde young girl with anger written all over her face, Maria took it she had managed to slip past security at the same time the car drove in. . From the way she moved and talked, it was much obvious that she was seething and Maria had no idea why. Except-

The werewolf gasped and gave up it's ghost, eyes already turned white and a cloud of something malevolent hovered above them, but the flashlight caught it's attention and with the speed of lightening, it rushed to Maris and filled her lungs, earning a sneeze from her. The present~~~Maris. "Oh, no," were the first words Maris uttered the moment she snapped out of her trance. "Why me, why did it kill the werewolf?" "Because of what lives in you, you're not an ordinary counselor... You're the lost queen of the siren kingdom." Jeremy's mother answered, holding Maris' gaze. "That's why you're still alive." Maris got to her feet with a deep frown that was beginning to make her head hurt and swallo

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.

“Name yourself.” The woman smiles, amused. “I am Maris Blackriver.” Gasps. Maya chokes. Even Lydia flinches. Because Maris Blackriver isn’t just a rogue. She’s legend. A shaman-wolf, from a line thought wiped out. Witch of the wild. Hunter of corrupted alphas. She survived without a pack—unheard of, impossible, terrifying. And she’s standing here. For me. Her gaze pins me—direct, burning, knowing.