Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

The legendary enforcers moved with perfect coordination, securing Marissa while assessing the situation. "Lisa's hurt," Ghost reported tersely into a communication device. "Dark magic burns. Emma needed immediately." Lisa struggled to remain conscious, the dark spell spreading painful tendrils across her back. "The child," she managed to gasp. "Safe?" "They're safe," the young mother assured her, tears in her eyes. "You saved us." Marissa twisted in Tank's grasp. "Let me go! I wasn't trying to hurt anyone! I just wanted to help that hybrid baby—"

I asked, and she chuckled. “No, you don’t, but we could get to know each other,” she said, and I scoffed. I wasn’t in the mood for that, and she probably wouldn’t understand. I ignored her and sipped the glass of wine I was with. “Sorry for not introducing myself properly. I’m Marisa, one of Dante’s ex-girlfriends.” When she said this, my eyes widened at once and I gulped the entire content in my glass, placing it on the ground and shooting her a soul staring glare.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

"Mira's is in Costa Rica. Margaret's is in a safety deposit box in Zurich. And Isabella's—" "Where?" Ghost tossed something down. A key. Small. Brass. It clattered on the concrete floor at my feet. "New Orleans," Ghost said. "St. Louis Cathedral. Behind the statue of the Virgin Mary. Your mother was raised Catholic. She never stopped believing, even after everything she did." "Why are you helping us?" "I'm not helping you. I'm helping myself." Ghost turned away. "Mira owes me money. A lot of money. She's been hiding for twenty years to avoid paying. I want my payment."

She rolled her eyes, "If I did, I wouldn't be here." "No idea if maybe rogue wolves took his body?" She shook her head again, "I didn’t even see his decaying heart." "Do you think Ryker took the liberty to-" Both women scoffed, "Right," I nodded, "Ryker would never." Marissa stood up with a sigh, "I have to prepare for the first coming today. See you soon?" "A guest?" I queried, and instead of replying, she bolted out of the door. I turned to Grace, "Do you know anything about that?"

But peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford. A new headline dropped on her phone at 2 AM. Marissa Hart to Launch Secret Revival of Vale with “Anonymous Muse.” Zara sat up so fast, she nearly dislocated her shoulder. Because the woman in the photo next to Marissa? Was her mother. A ghost Zara thought she’d buried long ago.

She also had perfectly white hair. "Hello, you guys, I'm Pisana-the principal of the eternal academy. I hope you guys will become more mature when learning here. I bet all of you will love this place!"- the woman said. "Pure directly brought you guys here, so you have to know how important you are. The study is essential but you also have to rest. I will entrust you to mother mermaid and mother fire. I hope you guys will try your best!"- she continued.

They're following the King and Queen and their special guests into the dinner hall. What the fuck? Gareth catches me staring at her, and his expression becomes serious. The light in his eyes dims, replaced by that calculating look I know too well. "What?" I snap. "What?" "Is she a florist or a royal attendant?" I gesture toward Marissa. "The White Wolf needs to make up her mind." "Shh..." Mom glances around nervously. "Watch your mouth." I can only watch Marissa as she disappears through the doors. It's not that I don't want her here.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings. "Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine. "Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute." "Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room. "Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement. "I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.