Marissa Ghost の小説・ストーリー

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.

Zach asked her and she gave a pause before she shook her head. Maisie's heart went flying in her chest when she saw Zach and when he called her name she thought he remembers her. But his next question dashed her hope, he didn't remember her. He must have remembered something but it wasn't the full story. If she told him: * yes I do know you we met while you were a ghost and I fell in love with you only for you to not love me in return. *

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

The phone slipped from her hand, landing silently on the thick rug. The Maserati tore through the streets of Chicago, its roaring engine ripping through the afternoon calm. Madeline's foot was pressed to the floor, the speedometer needle quivering. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel. If something happened to him… She couldn't let herself think it. When she arrived, her men were dredging a murky pit of water. "The signal's last ping was right here," Marco said, squatting and stirring the foul water with a stick. "But we haven't found anything yet."

It felt like the beginning of a puzzle I hadn’t asked to solve, but now couldn’t ignore. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, swirling a glass of whiskey, watching the lights of London bleed into the Thames. Sleep had become a stranger since the gala. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. My phone vibrated on the desk. Marcus Vale. I answered immediately. “Tell me you have something useful.” “More questions than answers,” Marcus said, his voice tight. “I dug deeper like you asked. The woman is a ghost with perfect paperwork. But I found one anomaly.”

James greeted him with a hug and checked if he had any bugs on his body. "So, what's up?" James asked as they sat down on the sofa. "Well, I want you to trace a ghost. I can't do it on my own as someone was watching me." "Ghost?" He mumbled. "I think the Dragon Empire and EPUA erased the data about Victor Marquez and Hannah Grace Marquez. I want to dig it again for my friend." "Sure." James tilted his head. "What information do you have?" "Besides a few people getting killed after they found out about her. According to my source, she's very dangerous. She's a natural killing machine."

“I—” “You exiled him!” Marissa blubbered, burying her face in her palms. “Oh, Maddie, why would you do that? You two were the perfect match for the pack!” Grant’s hands finally dropped away, allowing me to move toward her. “Marissa, there’s a secret you need to track.” Marissa hiccupped, glancing up through tear-stained lashes. “W-what could possibly be left to howl?”