Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

Her mood turned gloomy because she knew, Mira was one of the fans who adored Luca Tybelg and it would only spell trouble if she blabs about the happening during lunch break. Mira was well-known in the company because of her exquisite beauty. She had long wavy black hair, big chests, sexy lips, a high nose, mesmerizing black eyes and beautifully angled cheeks. Her curvy body made her even gorgeous. She could be a supermodel because she was as beautiful as one, but, she chose to work in the travel agency. Maybe because of her beauty, a lot of people trusted her but no one knows that she was a two-faced coin. Jennet was probably the only person who could see through her mask because Mira always

He showed me a photo on his screen. Someone had carved words into the wood of the pier: The Ghost belongs to us. Norah looked at the screen. Her face went white. "They're coming for me," she said. "They're going to try," I said. I turned to her. "But you're going to give them what they want." "What?" "You're going back in," I said. "Julian thinks you're scared. We'll use that." I took a small silver jammer out of a locker and gave it to Elias.

Tiana scribbled the details down with a shaking hand and returned the pad. "Thank you, officers," Mari said, standing up on shaky legs. "I'll see you out." She led them out into the hallway, the heavy front door clicking shut behind them. The lounge fell into a thick, suffocating silence. The reality of the situation hung over us like a suffocating blanket. We were dealing with a ghost. A highly motivated, deeply obsessed ghost who knew exactly where we were. I looked over at Greg. He was a senior software programmer for Galencia Gaming. He spent his entire life building, breaking, and manipulating complex digital code. And I wasn't exactly a tech novice myself.

My mood was quite high from the enjoyment of the game and for simply hanging out with my friends, but it dropped instantly when Marissa Badica appeared with an expression that could kill. "Wow… what crawled up her ass and died?" I whispered to the other three who struggled to keep their laughter in. "Hey you!" Marissa shouted at me and pushed me back a few paces with her wind. "Who the hell do you think you are, to act so high and mighty just because you're a little better than an average dhampir at combat?" she hissed as she stormed up to me. She got so close that I could smell her peppermint breath and the perfume that she wore.

Marissa exclaimed, throwing her hands up in disbelief. Maiari shrugged her shoulders, a sheepish grin all over her small face. “I guess it didn't cross my mind, Rissa, you know, we were just kinda caught up in the moment?” “And now, he's gone! Girl! You're left with nothing but f*cking memories...” Marissa said hysterically. “And a sea of what-if,” continued Jasmine, shaking her head. “How are you gonna contact him now? What are you gonna do?” asked Marissa.

She was nothing but one of his accomplished missions. Don Carianno noticed the grimace on his face. "You okay?" "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Ghost forced a smile, reaching for a cigarette in his breast pocket. "Light?" Don Carianno lit it up for him and tossed the lighter on the table. "Tell me something, Ghost. Is there a reason you're interested in Ciara Macdonald?" "What?" Ghost was caught off guard by the question and almost gulped down the smoke. "I'm not –"

I remembered seeing her name on a list of personal contacts Cassandra had kept. The bell above the door chimed as I entered. A woman in her sixties looked up from behind the counter. “Can I help you?” she asked. “My name is Mira,” I said. “I think you knew Cassandra?” Her expression shifted. “Come with me.” She led me to the back room, closed the door, and sat across from me. “I thought this would all stay buried,” Marisol said. “But I suppose nothing ever stays quiet forever.” “What happened to her?” I asked. “What did she find?”

He would drive for hours to visit temples and donate money, just to find some psychological comfort. But Maia, she never believed in any talk of ghosts and gods! If Marisa had really turned into a vengeful ghost, would she not seek their lives but only play some tricks to scare them? Even though the house was equipped with surveillance cameras, no one was caught red-handed, but she firmly believed that it was definitely not the work of ghosts or spirits. But Nathan obviously didn't think so, he was as timid as a mouse and believed in these strange and chaotic powers.

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

“They’re watching me. They know I talked.” Serena’s chest tightened. “Who knows, Marsen? Who’s after you now?” A pause. She could almost hear his shallow breaths. “The Ghost,” he whispered. Her heart stopped. The name echoed in her mind like a gunshot. “The Ghost?” she repeated, voice barely a whisper. “Yes.” His voice was ragged but steady. “That’s the name they use. No one knows who he really is. Just Ghost. The one pulling all the strings.” Serena’s stomach churned. She forced herself to swallow the lump rising in her throat.