Marissa Definition Novels & Stories

Marissa hastened her pace, curious about who could be at the door at this hour. Marissa opened the door and saw a woman she vaguely recognized. The woman, though appearing to be in her forties or fifties, defied her age with her beauty. She was tall, with striking almond-shaped eyes. Recognition flickered in Marissa's mind, though she couldn't pinpoint where she had seen this woman before. With a polite smile, she welcomed her unexpected visitor, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. "Hi, who are you looking for?" Marissa asked.

“Alright, Trevor. Let’s get a proper look at you.” Marissa turned and gave me a wink as she sauntered off. I had to try not to turn and glance at her walking away. Even though she wasn’t classically beautiful or looked like an I*******m influencer, she had a quirky prettiness in her short, full-figured body and personality. The fact that she was also somewhere in the ballpark of my same age already had me interested in her, and I wondered if our paths would cross during a workday.

"I have things to take care of, so I have no time to deal with you. You'd better leave after the security outside is gone." What are you trying to do? Maybe I can help you! Marissa's interest was immediately piqued. "Mango felt rather helpless upon seeing the woman who looked like her doppelgänger, but she obviously had a different temperament. " "Marissa, I don't have time to play games with you." Why do you say so? I genuinely want to help you. "Honestly, Marissa felt quite aggrieved. " It was obvious that she had been spoiled rotten by her parents while growing up.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

Since he was bent on killing anyone that recognized me from Moonclaw. "Who are you?" Cade's voice was cold. “And how do you know Cora?" Marissa's eyes widened slightly at his tone, but she didn't release my arm. "I'm Marissa, from Moonclaw Pack. Cora and I were-” "Old coworkers," I interrupted quickly. "We worked together, that's all. Marissa, I really need to go." I pulled away from her grip, steering Cade and the others back toward the main hall, and my heart was hammering.

The only reason I was here was to get my damn blueprints back. Grudgingly, I admired her for having had the balls to pull off something like that to get me to agree to come to dinner. Marissa had always been different, special. She wasn’t like the girls Craig and I met in bars or clubs. There was nothing fake about her, and I’d seen and felt just about every part, it was all gloriously real. But it wasn’t just her body that was real, it was her personality, too. She was a confident, assertive individual with a wild streak about a mile wide. For very obvious reasons, she was comfortable in her own skin and did pretty much exactly what she wanted.

Nate looked at his watch. "Sorry that must be my PA, she's dropping off some paperwork. I'm taking a couple of days off to be with Marissa." He explained, as he got up and opened the door. He let her in and introduced her to all of us. She was a sweet, and beautiful older woman. From the corner of my eye, I could see that dad was checking her out, making me smile. "Marissa, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm glad that everything is good. Nate, I need your signature on all of this." She handed him the documents, as he sat down on another chair and looked at the files.