Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

Maria said as she placed her head on Beatrice's shoulder looking for comfort. "Then just be a ghost, then I will give your crush out to Cassandra Cain" Beatrice said and Maria immediately raised her head and glare at Beatrice, "don't you dare to touch my man, and don't mind that fakie before me, she is just to fake and arrogant" Maria said with a cold eye. Beatrice started laughing at her, it was then she realized she had been fooled, Beatrice was just trying to talk her into realizing that she still needs to work.

He needed to know about an ex that was never a boyfriend who was now making life unbearable for her. Why couldn't she have things easy? It seemed as though as soon as Maria took a step closer to happiness, she ended up talking three steps back. If this wasn't being plagued by misfortune, then what was this? Maria sat still on the floor, hugging her knees as the ghosts from her past came into play to dance with her. ~~

The banquet hall glittered with gold and crystal as Helena Shaw stood arm in arm with her fiance, smiling as they greeted their guests. The warmth and celebration vanished as a girl appeared, and the hall fell dead silent. Nellie Scott gripped her invitation. Her faded denim jacket, which was washed thin and pale, looked painfully out of place in a room glittering with silk and diamonds. "Who's that? Showing up dressed like that to Ms. Shaw's engagement party?" "Where's security? What are they even doing, letting a beggar like this in?"

After several times, she finally couldn't stand it anymore. "What is it?" Was there something on her face that kept him staring? Zachary rubbed his nose, having held back his curiosity for quite a while. He finally asked, "Marisol, back on the road just now, were you having a nightmare?" The way she'd looked when she woke up, so terrified and heartbroken, had really startled him. Marisol looked down as she thought of her dream. Not wanting to elaborate, she brushed him off casually, "Yeah, I dreamed about a ghost. It was scary."

“ Ryan was her first mate. And I’m her twin. Our blood is alike. I can get close to her. I can summon my aunt. She’s a mountain witch. She specializes in dark spells, she can weaken their resolve from afar. Make Laura doubt herself and make her fail the trial.” Marisa smiled like a serpent. “Good. While she’s broken, I’ll get close enough to use this blade… One slice and the bond snaps. Damian will feel it. Confused. Lost. And I’ll be there, ready to soothe him, ready to become what she never could.” Melody chuckled “You really are twisted.” Marisa’s smile sharpened “ And you are no angel.” Just as they turned to leave the tower— Thud. They bumped into a solid chest.

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.

Gloria’s fork slipped from her hand, clattering onto the plate. Lucas blinked rapidly as though he hadn’t heard correctly. Stacey’s lips parted, trembling with shock. “What… did you just say?” Gloria whispered. Ronie’s gaze lowered. “Marissa is dead.” Impossible! The maid who had pushed Emily. The maid who should have been the key to uncovering the truth even though they already know the truth. However, they just needed her statement as evidence. How could she be dead so suddenly? Cassie shook her head in disbelief. “That… that doesn’t make sense. She was here last night. She was alive when she ran away.”

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

++++++++++++ Suicide Story 2: Marissa My Fight With the Diva Marissa of the Guerrero Theater My love-hate relationship with this infamous theater ghost has already been documented here in the Spa and with the Paranormal All Stars. If you want to know more about it, please chjeck some of the earlier stories in this book. This happened end of last year when I along with my co-team members of the Paranormal All Stars decided to visit the Guerrero Theater and found it closed. Eventually, Marissa made an appearance and seemed to have recognized me and acted negatively to my presence.

Marco was the one who got rid of the body, and now that I was thinking about it, that didn't make me feel easy anymore. Marco was under suspicion. Fuck. "We have a witness who says that you did.” "You have nothing." The door opened, and in walked Marissa, smug as hell, like she owned the place. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Told you I’d get you," she said. I smiled. Calm, steady, and controlled. "You’ve been chasing ghosts, Marissa. Literally. Maybe it’s time to retire this case. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t respond. She just walked back out.