Novel & Cerita Marisa X Reimu

Adelina's pov: It's been two months since the initiation ceremony and I'm still trying to adjust to my new life. The good thing is that working at the hospital gave me the opportunity to meet new people and make more friends like Marisa, the Hospital's Executive Secretary. Marisa is 22 years old and we have a lot in common. Apart from being the same age, she's all alone here like me, having lost her parents in a rogue attack five years ago. Since then she has been under the protection of Maximus as she told me. Yes, I know, I would never have imagined that Maximus could care about anyone but himself, but apparently, against the odds, he does. The best thing is that we both have the same hobb

Others looked outright panicked. Ximena stood at the head of the long table, her chin lifted, her emerald blouse crisp beneath a tailored blazer. She was elegant under pressure. Across from her stood **Isabela Reyes**, cool and unshaken, dressed in muted navy. Her hands rested lightly on the folder in front of her. Camila’s locket shimmered around her neck. “Thank you all for your time,” Isabela began, her voice smooth. “I come before you not as an enemy—but as blood.”

Marissa pants out like she ran a marathon. "I was just about to come find you." I answer her with a smile. Our world starts to spin when we hear a growl. "Mate!" Like the sea parting, Luke is now in the open. Marissa's mouth is hung down like she couldn't believe it. The moon goddess has blessed them with a second chance. They're each other's second chance mates! Before anyone could speak Marissa hauls ass out of the office. Luke has the most hurtful expression on his face.

After returning from the matchmaker's house and entering the house, my sister, Flora Leeman, rushed to say, "Mom, I want to marry Logan Zigger, who's a farmer!" My adopted mother, Elaine Lucas, was shocked when her face went pale, and she cried out at Flora. I was there, and Elaine couldn't say it outright, but from her squinting and frowning, I figured she wasn't keen on Flora choosing Logan.

Mona, who had somehow produced food from a kitchen tent behind the dunes that seemed impossible given the equipment she'd had to work with. Serena stood near Lucian and watched Marcus and Marisa down by the water. Marisa had not known what was coming. She had been told only that they were going to the beach — that Marcus wanted to show her somewhere, that Serena and Lucian would be there, that there would be food. She had arrived in a pale blue dress that moved in the breeze. She had looked at the beach and then at the tables and the lanterns and then at Marcus, and Serena had seen the exact moment something shifted in her face — not the full understanding yet, but the sense that something w

Sumire was stoned in her place. "Who is she?" Sumire asked and gave the pretty woman standing next to her man a scrutinizing look. She was dressed in yellow and with a yellow hairband on her head matching her long curly hair. She had a slender body and looks. The woman turned to him and smiled sweetly. "I'm Charlotte De Mavius, Mort's fiancee." The woman replied and reached for her hand but quickly withdrew when Sumire did not accept her hands for a shake instead she looked at Mort in the eyes, asking for an explanation.

“You’re saying all of this… is you?” “Yes,” I said, voice firmer now. “It’s me. I’m not just Isabella who lost her marriage. I’m not just the woman Kiara thinks she can shatter. I am Marisol Abram. Someone tried to erase me, but I survived. And now I’m remembering.” The truth filled the room like the storm I had felt gathering for days. Mia’s eyes glistened with worry, but there was something else too—pride, fierce and protective.

“Hmm, thinking I might fly commercial so he doesn’t get wind of me coming home early. How’s Chad?” “Still Chad. Same sweet guy he’s always been. No scandals with him.” “I miss him too,” said Isla sweetly. Marisol smiled faintly. “I gotta go. Barmaid, here’s a total bitch.” She hung up just as she saw Remy heading for the floor. “Where do you think you’re going?” “To work. I’m not paid to do storage.” “You leave that room now,” Marisol said evenly, “you leave the premises. You won’t be employed here anymore.”

She looks at Maria’s hand on my chest and my arm around her waist. “Do you realize what you touching”, she snickers, looking Maria straight in her eyes, rage swirling around in those orbs. Maria tries to fay ignorance, “me and Rod are old friends, he’s just embracing me”, she smiles maliciously at Rey, waiting for a reaction. Rey smiles back at her, and slowly turns to walk away and Maria turns back to face the guys, looking all smug. “Not the reaction I was expecting, guess I was wrong”.

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"