Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

“She vanished, and you told me she died. Was that a lie too? Did you hide her? Did you take her away from me? If she did, where is she? You never allowed me to see her grave. You never allowed me to go and visit her or even try and speak of her name.” Giovanni’s expression didn’t waver. “She did die. But not before realizing that she could never compete with a ghost. That even in death, Marissa had more of me than your mother ever could. Your mother knew that. She understood that. She sustained herself and one day she died. End of story.” I sank into the chair across from him, my throat dry, heart pounding. “And now you’re giving everything… to her daughter. To your beloved’s child.”

Marissa exclaimed, hugging her tightly. She had missed her so much. “Now, I have hot gists for you. The most juicy is that I heard there is an Oscura, existing in our time! Can you believe it?!”.

Outside, the city throbbed with life, but in this hermetically sealed room, the only world that mattered was the one made of data, a universe of ghosts and digital breadcrumbs. His target was a ghost named Clara Bellweather. Ten years ago, she had simply evaporated. No social media, no credit card activity, no forwarding address. Just a final paycheck from Reed Corp, cashed in full, and then silence. To most, the trail was colder than a tomb. To Marcus, it was merely a challenge of patience.

My fingers itched to reach for him again, to pull him back before he did something we couldn’t undo. But right now, in this charged, suffocating room, all I could do was stand there, terrified of what my husband might do next to the ghost who had just come back to haunt him. Zeden’s voice stayed low and venomous. “I’m sure you’re not aware of how many times I visited your grave, wishing I had been the one who killed you instead of that stupid accident that took my fucking eyes… but anyway, that’s beside the point.” “She’s my child. Not yours,” Marissa snapped, her fingers digging hard into her thighs, bunching the fabric of her pale dress. “You took my daughter away from me and then had the

I was still laughing so he just turned around. Before I could get to the comfort room, I immediately heard the murmur of the people. Why is it that bad things always happen in this kind of place? “River’s probably just having fun with her. Everyone knows that Marissa is still the one. ” “That’s true. I think Marissa's just having her vacation right now but I'm sure when she's back, River will come back to her too. ” Marissa. I don't know who she is but she's always one of those people who's linked with River. As far as I know, she was also one of River's previously reported girlfriends.

Diego asked, "What do they say?" "Only the obvious parts" said Marissa, "you were a child the last time Dad saw you so there wasnt really much to tell." Marissa wore like it was summer: mini skirt and a sky blue top. She had a crown over her pale short hair and lazy grey eyes. "He did say that you're just like Aries and Aquarius Aquarius grandmother. Shes a Pnevma too" "Really?" Diego gasped, "Another Pnevma?" "Yes" Marissa giggled, "You thought you're the only one with a Black Spirit inside them?"

It was his former blind date, a materialistic woman who was always on the hunt for a rich man—Marissa Campbell! Marissa and her family had been lying low since Charlie was killed, so it was rare to see them around. Little did Frederick expect to find her working in this bridal shop! "What? You think by cozying up to Gavin, you're untouchable? That you can kick my family out of Mirage City?" Marissa retorted, her hands on her hips. "Let me tell you! You're dreaming! No matter how powerful Gavin is, he's just an underground emperor! He can't meddle in matters outside of that!

Marisa Darcyrubbed her chin, walked briskly around the tombstone and pretended to understand: "Oh, you ask this? Actually, it's nothing, for the sake of old acquaintance, send Emma a big gift in advance. Anyway, people have to die someday, right?" According to her, Emma Rosy is still alive. Alex Brown was relieved, but he didn't let up when he faced Marisa Miller, who had been in hiding for two years and had reappeared.

He discovered that before Shirley disappeared, his digital footprint had vanished completely. Not deleted— but completely erased. This in itself was highly unusual. No bank transaction records. No medical records. No telecommunications signal. No travel records. Someone had professionally and precisely erased her traces. Seamus immediately recalled that morning. The endless message notifications. Her indifferent and calm expression. The way she looked at him— As if she had already decided to leave. His chest tightened. This time, he dialed a number— A name that had never appeared on any documents. Within the Mafia, this person was known as "The Ghost."

“They’re watching me. They know I talked.” Serena’s chest tightened. “Who knows, Marsen? Who’s after you now?” A pause. She could almost hear his shallow breaths. “The Ghost,” he whispered. Her heart stopped. The name echoed in her mind like a gunshot. “The Ghost?” she repeated, voice barely a whisper. “Yes.” His voice was ragged but steady. “That’s the name they use. No one knows who he really is. Just Ghost. The one pulling all the strings.” Serena’s stomach churned. She forced herself to swallow the lump rising in her throat.