Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

Then Marissa let out a strangled scream. “Oh my God! Mama—we're doomed! This is the end.” she started wailing again. My vision swam, panic clawing at my chest. “No. No, no, no. This can’t be—she was here. She was here!” Marissa grabbed my arm, sobbing hysterically. “We’re cursed. She’s going to haunt us, Mama. I swear I saw her move—she’s going to come back for us!” “Shut up!” I screeched, though terror licked up my spine. My mind reeled. Where could she have gone? How could she— A twig snapped in the distance and I whipped around.

“I’ve missed you too my love but you forget that you have werewolf strength and it can be bone crushing.” “Huh? Oh oh.” I let go of her and she lets out a loud breath. “I’m so sorry.” “Nah, it’s okay.” she waves me off. Marissa has short, sleek jet-black hair that accentuates her high cheekbones and heart-shaped face. Her cognac-brown eyes are large and expressive, paired with bow-shaped lips and caramel skin that glows under sunlight. As a model, she carries herself with elegance and effortless beauty. She’s always had my back and is the reason why witches didn’t join the hate train. And I owe her so much, I’m really happy to see her.

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.

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

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.

I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding my breath until I finally let it out. Maris turned to face me, arms folding. “What the hell was that back there?” I blinked. “What?” Her gaze sharpened. “Don’t play dumb, Rain. Liana. The way she looked at you—like she’d seen a ghost. Who is she?” I dropped my eyes to the gravel path, watching the faint glow of lanterns ripple against the wine in my glass. “She’s no one,” I muttered. “Don’t lie to me.” Maris’s voice softened, but her tone carried that quiet authority that always made me listen. “You froze when she called your name. And the way you two stared at each other… it wasn’t nothing.”

"At the thought of this mysterious encounter, Haniya immediately felt a chill down her spine. " "She couldn't help but look at Marissa's cemetery and whispered, ""Could it be...""" "Don't be superstitious! Even if there are really ghosts, Marissa will not harm me. Let's go back first." "Mango looked around her and did not find anyone suspicious. Then, she returned to the ward feeling rather uneasy. " "At the same time, Nathaniel and Desmond were dealing with some matters. After Marissa's burial, Desmond settled Marissa's parents down and he planned to bring them to Ocean City with Nathaniel."