Marissa Definition Novels & Stories

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.

“You promised I wouldn’t feel second place.” Bryce laughed humorlessly. “You’re not second place. You’re just—” “Just not her?” Marissa finished bitterly. Silence fell again. Marissa’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m pregnant, Bryce. I need support. I need reassurance.” He softened slightly. “I’m trying…I'm trying my possible best to reassure you—” “No, you’re missing her,” Marissa sneered. “You miss the way she held this house together. You miss her submissive nature and her patience, right?”

She immediately put on an elder's demeanor, "After all, I am Leandro's mother in name, his elder. As his wife, are you just going to let me stand at this door and talk to you?" "Didn't you say you were here to see Leandro? He's not here! Since the person you're looking for isn't here, shouldn't you be leaving?" Charlotte's words were all nonsense, yet Marissa couldn't refute a single one. She snorted coldly, "Stop being so sarcastic, I came here specifically to see you today, move aside!" After scolding, Marissa, with a cold face, went straight in.

“I’m not letting anyone go.” Marissa laughed, her eyes darting towards the door, then back to me. “Oh, Orana,” she murmured, stepping closer as if we were sharing a secret. “You really don’t get it, do you?” My fingers curled into fists. “Get what?” “That you were never anything more than an obligation.”

', she asked in her mind and smiled as she walked towards the elevator, ' ah, I'm totally smitten, I even seem to have so many gifts to give him, he'll nearly scream if he finds out that I've regained my memories through that', she thought to herself and giggled. The elevator beeped and opened, her eyes locked with the lady who seemed familiar inside. They stared at each other but hers was a dangerous glare. Her eyes look watery and displeased. Marissa quickly collected herself and stepped out of the elevator, " Hi, Clarisse." With hesitation and confusion on her face, she replied, "Hi, who are you? And how do you know my name?", " I am Christian's favorite, Marissa." Now she remembered wher

I didn’t take it. Her smile widened as she withdrew her hand, her eyes glinting with something sharp, amusement or maybe even malice. “You’re prettier than I expected. But then again, Logan always did have good taste… at least in distractions.” I frowned. “Distractions?” Marissa moved closer to me slowly, like a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, sweet girl, you really think he married you for love? How… innocent.” She chuckled softly, the sound dripping with poison. “No, darling. You’re nothing more than a shiny object. Something to wave in front of the press, to divert attention from the only woman Logan truly cares about.”

She was known for her calm demeanor, but tonight, she looked anything but composed. "Sera," she began, her voice shaky. "I swear, I didn't do this. I would never—" "Why did you visit the archives the night before the breach?" Maxim interrupted, his voice sharp. Marissa blinked, clearly startled by the accusation. "I—I was checking the defenses, making sure everything was secure. It's my job." "And yet, the breach happened right after your visit," Julian pointed out, his tone unreadable. "I don't know how," Marissa pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. "Someone must have followed me, or—"

to him, casually walking away, and also fulfilling her mother's long awaited dream, but she was yet to find anyone who looked remotely like him, and the sound was getting louder, the club crowdier, and the rush of testosterone was approaching it's climax, on one hand she was ready to leave, but on the other she had to end the drama of her relationship. Despite the shadows cast by the fusion of bodies, cuddling under the club's luminescent lights, the crowd, and the banging of the DJ's mixer, one figure stood out, she would recognize her anywhere, tall, short dress, in high heels, with lenghty human hair, and flaunting her Louis Vuitton bag, like anyone there would care about it, Taria King

Marissa asked pretending to be worried . "I am fine"she said and she tried to get up but she fell flat on her butt. "oh no you aren't ,let me help you,"Marissa approach her hand to help her but then when she gave her hand, before she could get up Marissa drop her again on the floor which made her hurt her knees for the second time. "oops sorry but I can't because I don't like touching people who are low I mean who are not like me??"she said with a grin .

She just couldn't believe that Victoria would do such a thing; that's how much she loved Victoria for her son. Marissa called several times, but Victoria didn't pick up any of the calls. She slammed the phone on the floor angrily. Marissa thought she was a good judge of character until she came across Victoria, whom she couldn't read all these years. She thought Victoria was a feisty one when she was around her peers, but in the house she is a very sweet young girl and down-to-earth. Marissa didn't know anymore if she ever figured out the kind of person Victoria is because she never saw any flaws in her.