Marissa Definition Novels & Stories

A pretty woman with long hair, dressed in a uniform, suddenly barged in. "I know this loser! He doesn't even have a college degree! He's just a small employee at Prospera Corporation, and he barely makes a few thousand a month! You think he can cough up forty million in one go? If that's real, I'll eat my shoe right now!" "Marissa? Why are you here?" Frederick exclaimed, surprised. He knew that face all too well. It was his former blind date, a materialistic woman who was always on the hunt for a rich man—Marissa Campbell!

Marissa says and I just shrug looking at the house knowing that's the truth. And when she looked at me with her chocolate brown eyes this time, I saw yet another familiar face in her. She is a werewolf and she is a witch. If John Adams really is her father, then who could her mother be? She would definitely be a witch, but the question is, do I know her? "Marissa, do you mind if we go down a memory lane?"

Anthony wondered if the woman was related to Mable. “Mable?” Marissa gripped the wine glass as malice reflected on her face. “Oh, so Agnes is now Mable.” Regardless of Agnes’ name, Marissa wanted to make her life a living hell. Anthony looked at Marissa and nodded. He reminded her, “You have not answered my question.” Marissa looked at Anthony arrogantly. “What’s my relationship with her? I used to call her my cousin.”

The teenage girl asked again when she noticed that her behavior wasn't infuriating the lady even in the slightest. "I am not a child trafficker but you are right about something. I am a trafficker but I don't deal with children" the lady rested her hand on the driving wheel. "I'm Keren and you?" This strange lady was offering a handshake to the teenage girl who paused for a moment before accepting the handshake. "I'm Mara" she finally responded. "Nice to meet you Mara" Keren was very pleased. "I cannot say the same when I am trapped in your car against my will especially after you just introduced yourself as a trafficker " Mara raised an eyebrow and looked out the window.

In these moments Her face is so angelic to watch, that's the only reason I ever came to stargazer with her in the past. They just look like a bunch of dots in the sky to me but to María she can see a whole world. I love watching María stargaze her face lights up as if within each star she can see the answers to all her unanswered questions.

Marissa doesn’t say anything about it but I see her eyes follow all that's happening with a concerned furrow on her brows. Half past nine we stand in the foyer as all of our visitors have left. I see the exhaustion on Marissa’s face. I turn towards her and cup her cheeks in my hands. “You did very well today.” I kiss her lips softly. She responds again and I take advantage of that. I sweep my hand to the back of her neck and deepen the kiss. When I lick the seam of her lips she sighs and gives in completely. She opens her mouth and her tongue carefully comes out to meet mine. She tastes like tiramisu, coffee and amaretto, bitter and sweet.

**** “I have made my decision” said Marissa. She paused and waited for him to say something but he kept quiet so she took it as a sign to continue. “I am going to tell you everything” she said. “ Okay” replied Damian as he shifted close to her. Marissa cleaned her palms as they have become sweaty. “ As you already know, I am a nature witch and I am also the one the demon king is looking for” she explained to him. She waited for a reaction from him but there was none.

“What are you talking about, Marissa? I’m not sure I quite follow. You’ll need to break it down into bits.” “I only made that bet to spur you to do something of your own volition for the first time in a long time, Lorenzo,” Marissa explained. “I wanted you to break out of your shell and reconnect with the outside world and one week in, I knew that it was the best decision I’ve made in a long time. You looked alive and determined, you were back to your old self and that was all I wanted for you.”

Von POV She found me in the study, reviewing Marcus's intelligence reports on Richard Hale. Twenty years of dirty secrets, compiled in neat folders. Bribes. Embezzlement. Affairs. Three illegitimate children he'd abandoned. A pattern of financial crimes buried under corporate complexity. "Catherine said you want to marry me," Marissa said without preamble. I looked up from the reports. She stood in the doorway like a general surveying a battlefield assessing threats, calculating angles, deciding whether I was ally or enemy.

Everyone seemed to be chatting happily while the children started playing tag. “All we have to do is glam up our main attraction,” Emma grinned at me. So she did just that. I sat on a chair while Emma was weaving my hair into a complicated hairdo when a knock came, and Marissa slipped in before any of us could say anything. “Good, I’m not late,” she closed the door behind her. She had a glass of champagne in one hand and three thin glasses in the other. Putting everything on the dresser, Marissa turned to me with a huge smile. “A little bird told me you are missing something borrowed,” she said.