Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

“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.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

I say as I head for the guest room, regretting that something had to make me leave Rudina. I walk to the guest room then knock on the door. Marissa doesn't answer, and I knock again, this time, calling her name. Still silent. I turn the knob and find that the door isn't locked. I walk in to find her sitting on the mattress with her legs spread and one hand between them. Her head was laid back as she gave her tit a massage. There was nothing on her, as she lay entirely naked. She turns then smiles at me. I am frozen on my feet and I curse myself for coming in the first place.

his lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer “—should know better.” I stiffened. My mother? What did she have to do with this? Victor didn’t give me time to process it. Instead, he turned, his presence still looming over the room. “You have no choice but to adapt. Otherwise, you’ll end up like Marissa.” Marissa? Before I could ask, Victor snapped his fingers. “Marissa, come here.” I turned, and from the shadows of a hidden door, a girl emerged. She was… skeletal. Pale. Bruised. Her arms were wrapped around herself, her eyes void of any light. She looked no older than me, but her body seemed to carry years of torment.

The woman he had been engaged to marry. I had known her name before I ever met Ethan. Everyone in Blackwater had. She was part of the pack’s history, frozen in time as the fiancée who disappeared, the loss that had never been resolved. Seeing her now, broken and breathing, felt like a ghost stepping out of the past and demanding to be acknowledged. Vanessa stirred. Her lashes fluttered, then lifted slowly. Her eyes focused with effort, scanning the room until they landed on Ethan. Her breath caught. A sound escaped her that was half sob and half gasp.

"Send me your final invoice." ​"Already taken care of," Marcus replied, standing up and smoothing his collar. "Take my advice, Vivian. Stop looking for ghosts where there aren't any." ​An hour later, Vivian walked into her suite at Miller Group, ready to focus on her stack of urgent paperwork for the afternoon. ​However, as she reached her desk, the heavy double doors to her office were rudely shoved open.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

Slowly losing her consciousness a pair of red eyes was the last thing she saw. Marissa was preparing the bride's wedding gown. Until now she feels guilty for leaving Iris and betraying her. She disliked Elisa and it proves that the woman changed her brother in just one day. She had her reasons for ignoring Iris and it is something she can't get out from. Once she's finished fixing the gown Eris approached her.