Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

I felt her grab my hand and she smiled a bit. “What did she want?” Christine asked with a scrunched-up nose. “Who is she? She seemed upset that Louisa is back,” I pointed out. Christine sighed and ran her hands through her blonde hair, it had loosened from the bun and was now a mess. “She’s Alex’s childhood friend. She’s a monster and a dangerous person.” I frowned at her explanation. If Christine felt this way about this Marissa person; who also gave me bad vibes, Why did she still have the title of Moore’s friend?

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

“Let go of me! You’re no different, Caridad! You invited me but didn’t give me an invitation? You really want to embarrass me here, don’t you? Fine! I have nothing to be ashamed of, but you, you have plenty!” Caridad was flustered as she tried to handle Maris. She was afraid of her ghost. I smirked as I watched the drama unfold tonight. Maris faced all the guests and pointed at Caridad. “Do you want to know the dirty secrets of the honorable mayor’s wife?!” she grinned, took a swig from the bottle she was holding, and wiped her lips forcefully. “What are you talking about, Maris? You’re just drunk! Come on, I’ll take you to the room so you can rest,” she said as she tried to pull Maris, but

she said, moving closer to him, " I thought of you every day, Christian. " She stood between him and the table. Christian felt uncomfortable and made to move back be she leaned forward and grabbed the chair, exposing her cleavages to his view. " What are you doing?", his voice came out roughly. Marissa licked her red lips seductively, " can't you see? That I'm showing you how I miss you?" she said and slowly raised her leg, placing it on his chair and exposing her red panties. Christian closed his eyes, " stop Marissa ", he ordered,

The table looked at Tina, then back at the goddess in green. “Recognize who?” Marcus asked. Tina stood up, her chair screeching against the floor. She pointed a trembling, manicured finger. “Look closer at that ‘pretty face.’ That’s not a stranger. That’s the fat, pathetic Marissa. The one who used to hide in the back of the lecture hall so nobody would see her double chin.” The shock was physical. Sarah dropped her fork, the clatter echoing like a gunshot. “Marissa? Fat Marissa?” Nathan gaped. “No way. That woman was a disaster. This... this is a model.”

After he left, I pulled out my phone and called Avery. "It's time they paid." Did Richard really think losing his job was enough to make up for what he'd done to Chloe? Not even close. The moment Avery released proof that Grace had staged the entire thing, the internet exploded. My private investigator had already dug up Grace's past. After her first husband died in an accident, she'd become the mistress of a wealthy businessman to keep her lavish lifestyle. The affair didn't stay secret for long. When it came out, the businessman's wife made sure everyone knew.

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."

Liora cupped Mavric’s face with both hands. “Help me one more time. Let me enter Ghost Mode for the last time tonight. I planted a tracker inside Marcus’s server during our double sync earlier. “The signal’s still active, but it’ll disappear soon if we don’t chase it now.” “No! I forbid you!” Mavric snapped. “I’ll send a tactical team to Greenwich.” “The police are already there!” “They’ll only find an empty warehouse, Mavric! Marcus is a ghost.” He isn’t there physically.

She really really wanted the wedding to happen. I just shrugged it all off and walked to my room. I didn't even bother to grab my clothes before stripping naked and standing under the shower. The water started running black as the dried black blood is now wet and running along with the water. At this point I also have no idea just how many Rogues I killed. That brings me back to the problem of Marissa. Venus and I both think that she is not a Rogue. But Marissa claims that she is a Rogue for as long as she remembers, which was from her childhood.