Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

Marissa and Lisa also left the sitting room. “Why does he look like a ghost?”

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

Please be careful of Marissa. Paxton (about 2 hours later): Wilder get away from Marissa!! She is not who she says she is. She’s a witch, a very old dangerous witch!!! Flashes of what happened at her Luna ceremony play in my mind, the rejection…the rejection? That is what caused me to pass out the pain. Why if she was using magic would there have been pain? I decide to go up to my apartment in search of Marissa hoping for answers. A pain begins to radiate through me as I leave my office. My weakened state makes the pain feel so intense I am barely on my feet when I reach my apartment. I stumble in the door and am surprised to find the apartment dark. As I near my room the door is slightly aj

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.

Since she had been deserted by everyone, what else did she have to worry about? Jepherson stood on one side and waited for them to enter. Marissa suddenly turned around and looked at Jepherson. "At least you still remember that I'm your grandmother and brought me home with you." Marissa walked towards the Richards Group Manor. She entered the door and went straight back to the Ink Garden. No one knew that Trevor and her were living separate rooms, but the moment she stepped into the Ink Garden, she went straight to a guest room. She even got someone to clean up the room. Then, she went back to her own room, took out everything that belonged to Trevor and moved them into the guest room.

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?"

I sounded exasperated. “When you got him to fall for you, were you a 200-pound mafia, Talia?” Eros raised his eyebrows. “That’s a different scenario, Marissa, and you know it. There’s no correlation with this particular one.” “Can I be honest with you?” Marissa asked. I suspected a hint of sarcasm in her voice and that always meant something was up with her but I allowed her regardless. “You can, please, I think I need it.” “To be frank, I never expected you to see the link between both scenarios so it’s a waste of time trying to convince you otherwise. You’re like a strongheaded cow who listens to no one, not even its owner.”

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.