Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

I have been tearing the room apart for about 10 minutes when the door swings open and a gasp falls from Marissa’s mouth as she walks in. She looks beautiful, her brown hair tied up in a neat bun. She’s wearing a teal floor length satin gown that flares slightly at the hips and has a sweetheart neckline. I rush toward her pulling her close to me burying my face in her neck inhaling her scent. I feel myself calm down though only slightly. “Wilder, what happened in here?” “I believe you, I think Spencer is up to something.” “So you tore up your office because of her. Do you care about her this much?” Marissa’s voice cracks.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

they whispered. With a few more keystrokes, they pulled up hidden hospital records from a small clinic near the mountain where Marie was said to have jumped. A woman matching Marie’s description had been admitted that same night — severe trauma, loss of both legs, facial scarring. She had been listed under a fake name. She was alive. Ghost’s hands trembled slightly as they leaned back in the chair. A slow, genuine smile spread across their face. The happiness in their voice could not be hidden when they picked up a encrypted burner phone and dialed a familiar number.

My eyes widened, and my nails dug into my palms. Gianna continued speaking slowly, "I believe Seb hasn't told you about us, but then again, if he had, the truth would have been exposed. "But I just find it very strange. Why hasn't your memory returned? Is it because you don't want it to, or is there some other reason? But none of this really matters now..." She hesitated briefly. "Ms. Sinclair, surely you haven't forgotten the face of the love of your life, right?"

Matteo began to head to his car. “Goodnight Matteo,” Marissa’s voice was soft as she beamed at my friend. I groaned internally. One day, she would get over this crush she had on Matteo and finally find someone who I would approve of. Not my best friend. Not him or someone like me. I wasn’t going to allow it. Good girls like Marissa didn’t need guys like me. My mind turned to Talia unwittingly. Her behavior reminded me sometimes of a timid girl, not a woman who had been in the escort industry for at least half a decade. Almost too innocent for me to touch, like the dirtiness of escort work didn’t break her.

Thomas and Sandra enter the room and they gasp at what they are seeing. “Do something. Help her!” I shout as I grip my hair, not knowing what to do, when a snarl rips out of Marissa before a loud primal, guttural howl slips past her lips. A howl so deafening that it leaves me weak as goosebumps erupt on my exposed chest. Howls echo around the mountain. The rogues are responding to her. Thomas moves closer to her with Sandra when they both try to push Marissa back down. Marissa screams again when I see something glow under her top, over her heart.

Suarez and Bobbie were seated already, waiting for him to sit. “Sir, my daughter Bobbie mentioned to me what you talked about. To be honest, I am not happy with your plan to hire my daughter to be your temporary date. But my son also told me about you and Ms. Gibbs.” Marcus cut her, “Miss Gibbs? And who is that?” he asked quizzically. “Miss Marie Gibbs is Ms. Mariko Saito.” Marcus got stunned. ‘So, she did change her name, huh. Now I get why we couldn’t find her even if we hired the best private investigator in the country.’ Marcus thought.

It was like looking at a ghost from a life I had already outgrown. Clearly, she had been having a blast of a time in the pack while I was gone. She held herself with an arrogance that suggested she owned every inch of the dirt we stood on, and her skin looked well-fed and cared for. The silence that settled between us was electrifying as we stared into each other's eyes, and I didn't look away first. I kept my gaze steady, watching the way her lip curled in a familiar expression of disgust. Marissa finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and she stepped closer, her heels clicking against the packed earth.

] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos! [Proposal ends in heartbreak—what really happened?] I opened one. There she was—outside the Clerk's Office. White dress. Red roses. Face glowing with hope. The moment I used to dream about. My chest tightened, eyes burning. But no one stood beside her. Caption read: [This morning, CEO Sonia Quindt arrived at the County Clerk's Office in a wedding dress, waiting for her fiancé—who never showed. The scene went viral across Borevia City.]