Marisa X Reimu Novels & Stories

“But Marisa died years ago. What does she have to do with anything?” Levi nodded, his expression suddenly grave. “Oh, she died, alright. But then she was reborn—as Melissa Pembroke. How did none of you figure out that Marisa and Melissa are the same person?” My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, and a crashing drumbeat filled my ears.

"By the Goddess, this is good!" "I know, right!" Marisa pointed at Maud, who was dancing with Mr. Galanis, smashing the poor flustered man into her heaving bosom. "She doesn't look it, and she's got that grandmotherly charm to her, but there's a saucy minx trapped in there. She reminds me of a lot of my choir mistress when I lived in the Isles." "Really? Do you ever think of going back?" "All the bloody damn time," Marisa paused, drinking half the contents of her mug before continuing. The head chef had finished tuning his fiddle and was motioning her over.

Then Caroline saw a sight she thought she would never see again. Three people appeared between the Cerberus. Slowly the first feminine figure walked towards the casket. Dressed in white, Maria Romano looked otherworldly, she bent over and traced the outline of her son's jawline, before she kissed Mikhail, leaving stardust on his forehead. Next, she floated towards her daughter, tears on her cheeks as she reached her.

Xavier reflexively caught her in his arms. “Micetta—” “I'm fine," Reina said calmly, looking at his face. "What about the Maldives? There are beautiful islands, and I think any will…” Reina was saying, but Xavier could feel the slight trembling of her body, and his arms around her body tightened as he muttered apologetically, “Tesoro, I'm sorry.” Reina shook her head.

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.

The lovely flower wanted to be plucked from its roots and Maru could only give her what she excessively sought for tonight. Maru sucked and bit her more until he tasted Mistress Ais rich blood upon his tongue. The bite wounds healed after a breath and there was really no point in doing them any longer. This woman was also a Unique Immortal like Maru but she stood even more powerful than Maru ever was. So it was indeed a curious thing to happen that Maru could tear the skin off Mistress Ais' powerful physique. But then he did and Maru could only let the fact slide as his lover humored him in full.

she mumbled. “Well, Miss, nobody should force you to stay here…” I replied, and she returned my comment with a dry smile. “Yeah, right… as if the mighty Alpha Cornelius, would let me decide if I want to renounce the blessing of finding my fated mate to marry a stranger…” She mumbled, “Are you Cornelius's daughter, Mariel?” Her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened. Yes, how…” I interrupted, “Nice to meet you, I am Remus.” Her eyes watered, and if I was feeling angry for myself, now I was feeling sorry for her. She was devastated.

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.

KIMBERLY It's been a week since i left the apartment, I'm in the hall restrooms when dark wavy hair and blue eyes catch my eyes in the mirror. Marisa. Suddenly, my own saliva feels like grass to swallow. She's a bit taller than me, about five feet five if I'm correct, I'm just five feet two. The bitch has the nerve to smile at me and say, "Hi, i guess it's high time i officially introduced myself since you must already know of me, judging by how you kept looking at me back there. I'm Marisa, Brandon's first love."

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