Marisa Pc98 Novels & Stories

exclaimed Marisa with excitement as she entered the office. Rebecca took her eyes off the documents she was reviewing to observe the girl who entered cheerfully. She smiled and got up from her seat to approach and hug her. Marisa returned the hug joyfully. It had been a while since they had seen each other, since Luciano's mansion where Rebecca had been living was really far away and it was difficult for them to meet. In addition, Marisa had dedicated her days off to a personal project, so she couldn't even help Rebecca move, but she hoped that now that she lived near the campus, everything would be different.

She wiped Isabel’s injured body clean with a wet towel and waited for the doctor’s arrival. Xavi returned with the doctor, who did a thorough check up on Isabel and confirmed that she was in a coma, but he admitted that he wasn’t certain how soon she would regain her consciousness. Paulina’s sadness turned to happiness on hearing the news. She believed there was a glimmer of hope in her daughter’s case because Isabel was a strong werewolf.

She jumped as she was startled,” Ye-ye-yes Miss Jet…”, she stuttered a response. Alice frowned,”are you okay? I’ve been calling your name for what seems like minutes and you’ve just been staring at me and smiling. Is everything okay?” Marisa blushed hard and spoke shyly with her head down to hide her blush and her nervousness ,”sorry Miss Jet, I was just lost in my thoughts…can I help you with something?”, she asked politely. Alice stared at her strangely,”I was asking if you know how to operate the coffee machine..”

Smith today, my shrink, so I mailed her secretary to confirm. Subject - Confirmation of my appointment. Liz, I have an appointment with Dr.Smith at half past noon today. I hope there's no rescheduling. Thanks. Isabelle Forte. The reply was instanteous. Subject - No changes and a request. Isabelle, There are no changes whatsoever. However, Dr.Smith wants you to bring your new boyfriend, if possible. Liz. Secretary to Dr. Alpha Smith She wanted me to bring Mariano? There goes. In case you're wondering, Alpha Smith was a woman with blonde hair that were always tied into a messy bun, and a great mismatch of name and personality.

Two lives. Marcel said my name. Again. And again. But the pain had taken everything I had. The relief came all at once, but the room went distant, the torchlight dimmed. The last thing I heard was the sound of our children crying. “Aria?” Marcel’s voice sounded farther than I would have pictured it to be. “No, Aria… stay with me, baby girl…” But my world went black.

On the other hand, Marisa looked up and saw the person who walked in and a smile appeared on her face, "You're here." She put down the glass of wine she was holding and stood up to walk towards the visitor. "What exactly do you want?" The man's voice, however, was cold and icy, as if he wanted to freeze her. "Alex , is that how you hate me now?" Marisa didn't care how Alex Brown spoke to her, and leaned forward slightly, almost leaning on him, while she pressed the button in her hand. The smell of alcohol from her body filled Alex Brown' nostrils, making him frown. Marisa sensed his rejection, a flash of hate passed through her eyes for a moment, then returned to normal. She reached out to t

Amaris "Now, if everyone would turn to page 253 of their texts, we will begin,” our teacher says, trying to gain our attention over all of the noise of students chattering. Instead of paying attention, I lay my head on my desk, not caring in the least about this class, or school altogether. I'm only here so that I can finish my education, get my diploma and leave this godforsaken town and these godforsaken people.

She looked away. Then forced a smile. “I know.” Selena stood. Then before leaving— she smiled. “You’re still my friend.” Then she walked away. Marisa remained seated. Looking at nothing. Her phone vibrated. Immediately. Her stomach dropped. Message: Client coming. Need Project Aurora files. Marisa stared. Another message. Today. Her breathing slowed. No. No. Not again. She locked the phone. Stood. Left. The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. But not for Marisa.

His hands were shaking, and so was every other thing she'd laid on the line for this. "There's a weird...picture of you and..." His stare grew more intent, "I don't understand what's going on, Maria..." He flashed the screen before her face, "there's something weird about this...I got an attachment from an email address and it contains pictures of you and Andrew...my double....there's also an audio file."