Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

“Careful, Marissa. I did allow you to speak courtesy. Don’t mistake it for freedom.” Oh, I would not, I would not, she said with bigger smile. But you ought to understand-- ghosts do not always remain in their graves. They say so particularly, when they have royal blood in their veins. That made Rowan shift. I caught a glimpse of his perplexity in his eyes, but I did not trouble her the honour of enquiring. “What are you implying?” I asked. The eyes of Marissa flicked towards Ethan. He looked pale. “Marissa, don’t—”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“Goodnight.” And walked away. Selena stood there watching. Something felt off. Not guilt. Not betrayal. Something sad. Meanwhile— Marisa sat inside a taxi. Silent. Then unlocked her phone. Unknown number again. One message. Did she suspect anything? Marisa stared. Long. Then typed. No. Pause. Then deleted it. Typed again. I don’t want to do this anymore. She stared. Then deleted that too. Finally— she typed: No. Sent. Her chest hurt afterward.

Von POV She found me in the study, reviewing Marcus's intelligence reports on Richard Hale. Twenty years of dirty secrets, compiled in neat folders. Bribes. Embezzlement. Affairs. Three illegitimate children he'd abandoned. A pattern of financial crimes buried under corporate complexity. "Catherine said you want to marry me," Marissa said without preamble. I looked up from the reports. She stood in the doorway like a general surveying a battlefield assessing threats, calculating angles, deciding whether I was ally or enemy.

Ria lay down on her bed and tried to sleep. The clock showed it was almost dawn but her eyes still couldn't close. She was still awake with the scene replaying in her head. Why was she silent when a man was touching her?! Not only was it the opposite sex, but that man wasn't human either! He's a ghost!. Ria rolled over and hugged her face with a pillow. She couldn't help but blush and blush. Gosh what was that? **

With Efrain supporting her, she knew that anything was possible, and she was ready to tackle whatever adventures lay ahead with open arms. After retrieving her fruit, Marissa made her way up to her room and settled in front of her laptop, connecting to Skype. Moments later, Stella's face appeared on the screen, with a colorful face mask featuring playful patterns of unicorns and rainbows. Only her eyes, nose and mouth were visible through the mask's cheerful design. "Hey, B, what's up?" Stella asked. "I couldn't wait to tell you about something that happened..." Marissa began, but Stella cut her off with a mischievous grin.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

73 MARCUS The alley was dim, lit only by the flickering streetlight above. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for Spencer to show up. He was always anxious, always worrying about something. I could feel it in the air. He rushed into view, his face pale and his breath quickened. “Marcus,” he said, glancing around as if the shadows might swallow him whole. “We need to talk. Annalise is up to something. She’s gathering support in the other realm.”

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.