Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

I said. "Better than something." She crossed the room and dropped a folder on my desk. "I found her." Everything stopped. My hand froze halfway to my glass. My wolf surged forward, suddenly alert after years of restless pacing. "You're sure?" "Positive." Mara opened the folder, spreading photographs across the desk. "Steel Serpent MC territory. She's been hiding with them for five years. Goes by Ghost Rider now." I grabbed the photos, my eyes devouring every detail. There she was. My Rhea. Except she wasn't my Rhea anymore.

“Who is Celeste?” Maverick tossed a blood-streaked file onto the table with a force that made the papers flutter, their contents now written in urgency. “Her name wasn’t even Celeste. Real identity: Silvia Mareaux. Former heiress to the Mareaux shipping empire. Disgraced after being caught in a massive inheritance fraud – blamed the Montroses and the Crests for exposing her. She vanished years ago.”

I asked, and as if realization hit her, Marisa immediately turned back to her human form before wearing her shorts and shirt. "You better watch it, girl. I am out for you. I am leaving you right now only because I don't want to spoil Evander's birthday. Regarding Evander's reaction, you don't need to worry about that. I know you came into his life only a month ago. You are not the first girl who has tried to take Evander away from me. I know how to handle brats like you. Watch out," Marissa said as she turned towards the lake, and feeling annoyed, I waved my hand at the ground, making the wet soil below her legs slide a bit, and she fell into the chilling water of the lake, screaming like a

she whispered. Marcus shook his head. “No, she can't.” “Did you see the way she smirked upon sighting Mabel?” “Clearly, she remembers her,” Alec murmured, folding his arms. “Who's she?” he asked, turning to Marcus. “A ghost. She was once ordinary woman— married, living in a respectable neighborhood. But when she discovered her husband’s affair, everything started spiraling. Friends noticed her withdrawing. Neighbors whispered about the fights in their house.”

she said as Eric lowered his head in shame "I need to visit the company tomorrow, with Micheal still sitting behind bars and that bloody idiot in charge of the company, it would be a piece of cake," she said as Eric opened his mouth to talk, "Oh shut up, Eric, you have no room to talk anymore," she said as Eric quickly closed his mouth, "Once I get rid of that blind b*tch, it wouldn't be long until I get rid of Tommy, it's brilliant," she said as her eyes lit up, "But first I need to get rid of Nico, he's a little brat on his own, but it's a good thing that I'm a good looking woman," Marissa said as she bit her bottom lip before strutting out the room with a wide smirk on her face, "It's gam

Kim yelled, snapping me back to the situation at hand. I leaned in, allowing my canines to extend. "Sorry about this." I murmured, pressing my mouth against her neck. "N-no!" Marissa gasped, realizing what I was up to. "Can't..." she continued, strengthening her attempts at breaking free. "Kayden... he has Kayden!" Kayden? Lifting my head, I fixed my gaze on Marissa’s pained expression. Who the hell was Kayden? Unable to control my curiosity, I pressed my forehead against Marissa’s and allowed myself access to her thoughts. However, what I found myself staring at left me both shocked and amazed.

she groaned and Isabella laughed. Marrisa was is the total opposite of Lauren, She was timid and quiet And dressed in the most possible boring way. Her closet usually consisted of plain T-shirts and a baggy or mom jeans. She too had a beautiful ocean green eyes but Those were covered with glasses. She was the human version Mary. So shy that she would not even talk to anyone except for Lauren and Isabella. "If you say so but believe me he was.." Before she could Continue Marissa shushed her up To which she replied with a hearty laugh as Isabella got lost in her own world again.

“You are so strange I almost thought you were not Hwagu!” Hwagu chuckled, break the hugged, “So if I'm not Hwagu, you think I'm some sort of ghost appearing infront of you?” Mariya shookt to hear such a words, as if he was trying to convey a possibility, so she shouted, “Ghost aren't real!” “You sure?” “You're not the ghost even they were real!” Mariya smiled, as if to say something, then she continued, “The ghost have never been so handsome as yours. You will still want to be a ghost?”

Marissa POV After the party and Prissy l madness. My grandfather complained about her craziness. She and Stella are crazy. Always finding fault in people when things don't go their way. The media was blown up. I am sure I will be followed by the press, I looked at the tattoo on my wrist. My identity. An heiress. Marissa is dead and she is not coming back, I am Lucia, I have always been Lucia. I closed my eyes. I didn't know if I should call Matt to talk and try to explain things with. He is the only friend I sincerely made as Marissa, a friend I made outside my circle.