Marissa Definition Novels & Stories

I stared at the drawing - the raw, chaotic documentation of my wife’s morning. I think sometimes I forget how difficult it is for her. Marissa wasn't just "Mummy." She was the C.O.O. of Masemann Books. She was a woman who used to command boardrooms with a single look, who managed budgets worth millions, who organised book launches for international bestsellers. She thrived on competence and control.

she said, it made me realize that she faked the pain. I stepped away from her, “Stella would you stopped pretend,” “Alaric, wait,” she held my hand. “I am really sorry…,” “No you aren't. A car will pick you up, get into the car, go home,” I said. “W…where are you going,” “Office,” I walked away without looking back at her. And one question that has been haunting me all this while surface in my mind. Who is Marissa?.

Evander said before shaking his head, and I scoffed inside. "No! You don't understand Evander! If you like her, then stop right here. You don't know what exactly she is. Not only you but no one should get associated with her. She is just a pretentious witch. She has hurt me, Evander," Marissa said, and I smiled, waiting for her to describe how the hell I hurt her.

I glare up at him as I watch the driver get into the car. “For your information, I was not flirting. I was…” “You were what?” I roll my eyes at him, geez how can he be so damn possessive? “She was stalling him.” I look at Sirus, who growls at the obvious accusation being thrown at me. “Who are you?” Robert snaps out. I open my mouth when Sirus speaks. “I am the one Marissa has been speaking to. I have been helping her…” “Oh, you’re the one who has been making her laugh and smile all day at her damn phone?” I go to open my mouth again, but I’m cut off.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

The table looked at Tina, then back at the goddess in green. “Recognize who?” Marcus asked. Tina stood up, her chair screeching against the floor. She pointed a trembling, manicured finger. “Look closer at that ‘pretty face.’ That’s not a stranger. That’s the fat, pathetic Marissa. The one who used to hide in the back of the lecture hall so nobody would see her double chin.” The shock was physical. Sarah dropped her fork, the clatter echoing like a gunshot. “Marissa? Fat Marissa?” Nathan gaped. “No way. That woman was a disaster. This... this is a model.”

Slowly losing her consciousness a pair of red eyes was the last thing she saw. Marissa was preparing the bride's wedding gown. Until now she feels guilty for leaving Iris and betraying her. She disliked Elisa and it proves that the woman changed her brother in just one day. She had her reasons for ignoring Iris and it is something she can't get out from. Once she's finished fixing the gown Eris approached her.

"Then why are you still making him wait?" "I am not ready for relationships, sir. I have dreams to achieve." A goal-oriented woman... like him. Diego smiled. Marissa tied the bandage carefully, and when she was done, she sighed heavily and looked up to Diego who was already staring at him. "I do not know what went wrong, sir, but I am sure that your next dates will be successful, unlike your date with Lawyer Theresa Geronimo," Marissa assured him and smiled.

It was her, who, after a night of drinking, had taught Jade what twerking was in the first place or at least attempted to teach her how to do it properly. Marissa exploded into a fit of laughter, so much that she started choking on her spit. "Girl, you are killin' me right now," she said in between coughs as she fanned herself off and tried to slow her breathing. "I'll tell you what, I knew Jonathon was a missionary man. I could tell!" She waved an accusing index finger back and forth in front of her face. "Ain't no man who owns a baseball card collection and wears sweater vests gonna fuck you right." Jade fell over laughing at the comment, and Marissa couldn't help but laugh again as well.

Marissa's words were full of condemnation that Raeleigh could not bear it anymore. "Madam Marissa, I think you're misunderstanding this. I am no gold digger, and I have no intention of marrying into a rich and powerful family." "Poor as I am, I'm still a human. I have dignity. Even if I don't marry into a rich family, I'll still be able to live a normal life." "I can't speak for the other girls, but I won't covet your family wealth. My body is my best asset, and I can earn my own money."