Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

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."

Teresa swallowed. Yes. Larris eyes widened in horror. Teresa, NO! She reached up. Touched the USB around her neck. She held it between her fingers. The Ghost reached out a hand. Larris struggled, roaring, DON’T GIVE IT TO HER! Teresa stared into the Ghost's masked eyes. And smiled. Catch. She tossed the USB high into the air. In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling.

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.

“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—”

If she's Echo, who is the ghost? "You are Echo Flamez?" "Yes, absolutely. This used to be my place before I moved out a few months ago." "That's a lie Enzo, I am Echo, I am Echo Flamez." "Shut up." I screamed at the ghost because I am getting exasperated, I mean who is the real Echo here and honestly, I don't see a reason why the lady here will lie and take someone else's identity, so I think the ghost is confused. "Excuse me?" The lady asked after I said shut up, I am sure she thinks I am shutting her up.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.