Marissa Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ll never let anyone get that close again.” He pulled back. “Then build a team that doesn’t let you do it alone either.” In Vienna, Marissa checked into a low-end hostel under a new name. But as she entered the room, she found an envelope on her pillow. Inside: a printout of every transaction she'd accepted from BelleTech. And a message. “Your next steps define your obituary. Choose wisely.” No signature. Just a phoenix symbol. She shut the door. And didn’t sleep that night.

She was glad he was okay. Afterward, Tessa went ahead to stand next to the restaurant's employees. There were quite a lot, and she stood next to the few she knew; Marissa. “Those bitches will pay for harming Mr. Gabriele. So don't worry, 'kay Tessa?” The extremely tattooed, rebel-looking but overly sweet Marissa whispered to Tessa. “I'm already working on it!” She snickered, recalling how successful she almost is in taking Maria's spot in being a ballet dancer of the W Empire, the biggest entertainment industry.

she stammered, and then drew her shoulders back. “I’m not what?” I whispered. “A slip of the tongue, nothing more,” Marissa dismissed, shaking her head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to get back to. I strongly suggest you keep yourself hidden. Those bruises look quite nasty,” she said with an edge to her voice. She stormed away, leaving me staring blankly after her. What had Marissa been on the verge of saying before she forced herself to stop? “You’re not,” I murmured to myself and frowned. “I’m not what?”

No sightings over the past three years, no passport activities registered under her name, no social media updates, no hospital records, nothing under her maiden name. Marcus had dropped the newest report on top of the stack without any comment. “She’s a ghost,” he said. I opened it and scanned the conclusions I already knew what I’d find. “No public appearances.” He added. "No events attended, communications went through intermediaries, even the studio staff signed NDAs.” I closed the file. “Ghosts leave traces.” “This one doesn’t.” He was right. I’d hired three different investigators over the year, spent over two hundred thousand dollars chasing the leads we had. Each one came back with th

Aurora’s POV I stepped out of the kitchen and immediately slowed down when I saw Marissa. She was sitting confidently on the sofa. Did she appear from the space? If I hadn’t seen her before, I would have thought it was a ghost. There was no sound of her arrival, just her presence suddenly filling the room like she had always been there. This was the first time I was seeing her and Logan in the same space, and it didn’t take long to notice something was wrong.

I could see her reflection watching me from the glass. “You really think I didn’t notice?” she said finally. “You looked at her like you’d seen a ghost.” I gripped the steering wheel harder. “Enough, Marissa.” She fell silent again, but her bitterness lingered, clinging to the air like perfume. I tried to focus on something else, anything else. George. Mike. The investigation. Still, the image of that woman wouldn’t fade. His girlfriend, he’d said. But something in me refused to believe it.

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.

his accent sounded thick, but it was understandable, thank God. "Oh yes please that would make this conversation much easier for me, so Mr. Russo, we do not know each other but I wanted to ask you about someone that we both may know, I am calling in regard to a Marianna Milano, do you in fact know her?" I asked hoping he had something on her that I could use. All I heard was silence on the other end, I let a few more seconds pass, I looked down at my phone to make sure we were still connected, and we were.

The bewildered Adrian looked in the direction Marissa was pointing, but could not see anything. "Where is it?" Rozi asked with a puzzled expression. "Just behind that wall, but it seems to be dying," Marissa explained. "Behind the wall? Marissa, can you see through walls now?" Adrian was surprised. Marissa then realized this and, after a moment, rubbed her eyes as she blushed. “I can not only see through walls but your clothes and flesh. I can see your beating hearts." Rozi reflexively covered her private parts, to which Marissa chuckled and said, "No need to be alarmed. I'm a girl too."

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.