Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

On floor forty-nine, the first Hollowed employee appeared. She was a legal assistant named Marissa who had once made the mistake of telling Haley that her livestream lighting was "a little aggressive" and had survived the resulting three-hour presentation on personal branding. Now Marissa stood beside a water cooler, eyes black from edge to edge, mouth open in a silent scream. She moved without transitions. One instant she was ten feet away. The next she was in front of Jack, fingers reaching for the compass. Marcus hit her with the flat of his forearm and sent her through a glass wall.

“But just so you know—I’m still angry that you kissed that Marissa.” He laughed quietly, lips brushing against my hairline. “And you kissed that freak. Guess we’re even, but just so you know, when I kissed Marissa I wore a lip patch, so our lips never touched.” "Who is she anyway, because I know she can't be a 'Old Friend.'" “You guessed right, she's just the daughter of a partner from France. Marissa is one spoiled socialite and the wildest heiress who never worries about having various night stands and she’s just a free-spirited lady,” Shawn said, laughing silently.

The only person he could to talk to was Rick and he was not available at the moment. He was suddenly thrown off the bed by an unknown force when he tried to wipe he again. He was shocked at what he saw when he stood up. Marissa’s eyes were closed and she was in the air with green static energy whirling around her but that was not what caught his attention, tears was streaming down her face. His heart sank when she suddenly pointed her finger at him and he was lifted off the ground by an unknown force. “ You will pay for what you have done” said Marissa.

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.