Marrisa Shen Novels & Stories

Marissa whispered something to her, she nodded. Everyone was shocked, Aria Lee will never bow to anyone. “Shall we begin” Aria said, as her eyes swept over us. Who the hell is Marissa?.

The beautiful beach in front of it and the fresh and cool ocean breeze are just like the mansion he rented in Alpha Rick’s territory. I froze when we got into the gates of the house and there, in front of the main hall, a tall, sophisticated-looking woman stood restless. Tears poured from her eyes as soon as our eyes met. “Mom!” Caden smiled at his mother, ready to hug her, but Marissa ignored Caden and ran towards me, embracing me tightly while she sobbed on my shoulders. “Oh, Giselle!” Marissa Eisnworth, the Mother Luna of the Highridge Pack, cried to me, “You have no idea how happy I am to see you again! All—all these years I regret—”

I stared at the drawing - the raw, chaotic documentation of my wife’s morning. I think sometimes I forget how difficult it is for her. Marissa wasn't just "Mummy." She was the C.O.O. of Masemann Books. She was a woman who used to command boardrooms with a single look, who managed budgets worth millions, who organised book launches for international bestsellers. She thrived on competence and control.

Back then Selena ignored it completely. Now? The memory felt different. Disturbing. Selena slowly leaned back in her chair. Marrisa is Lila's messenger. "I wonder what they are planning this time around ''. But the uncomfortable feeling inside her chest refused to disappear anymore. And for the first time since returning— Selena began wondering something she never imagined she would ask herself. How much of her life had been manipulated without her noticing?

Hank and Grant stepped forward and said, “Fool, Miss Marissa is our honorable guest. If you kill her, you won’t be able to leave Rheasia alive, so my best advice is for you to stop behaving recklessly!” “That’s right. The person in charge of Miss Marissa’s safety is the most powerful instructor in the Insurgent Trifecta, and he is already on his way. He is arriving soon, and he is a 4S-class powerhouse. All of you combined will not be a match for our instructor!”

possible troubles, and also had to deal with Master Wright's questioning. At this time, he got a short respite. Emma Richard gave him a reassuring look and casually closed the door. "Emma , you finally came out!" Marisa Miller, who was stopped by the bodyguards, saw her appear and raised her voice: "Don't these people understand human language? Emma Richard raised her hand, signaling the bodyguards to stand down, and slowly walked up to Marisa Miller, saying coldly, "Is there something wrong?" "Isn't Keira sick, and as an aunt, of course I have to take care of her." Marisa Miller replied loudly, as if she was not the one who intended to harm Keira before. "Ms. Miller's 'care', Keira can not

Jenna retorted mercilessly. She saw that every crack on Marissa's delicate face contained her anger. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide open. Marissa shouted, "Jenna, don't think that the Richards Group will beg you just because you know something about car design. Let me tell you, we have plenty of money. We don't care about the money a b*tch like you brings us. Hansen hired you just because you are a shallow woman who is greedy for money, you can be rid of with just a little money. But I'm not like him, if you want to play tricks, I'll immediately kick you out."

She arrived in New York yesterday, today was the day she has been told she'd resume her work position. "Thank you," Maria said as she sat while he adjusted his collar, then his cuffs. "I am Mr Sean Powell, a senior executive of A.C.E and I overtook the job of getting to know the rookies we recruited this year," he adjusted his glasses and took a glimpse at the screen of his computer. "It says here that you majored in HRM and graduated with a CGPA of 3.65," looking at her now. Maria repositioned herself before giving a response. "Yes, that's right, sir."

Guilty. A woman. I stood there. Tall. Blonde. Beautiful. On the way. That cut. Like knives. "Oh." She smiled. Sharp. Predatory. "Sorry. Didn't mean. To interrupt." I searched. Claire's memories. Fast. This was Marissa. Dr. Marissa Chen. Surgeon. Ambitious. Dangerous. And she wanted to. Kieran. "Marissa," Kieran said. His voice. Back to cold. Professional. "What do you need?"

Jennifer said staring at Rosy coldly. "I was able to find the original documents that name Mr Adam Shawn as the true owner of the Mingle International. It's not just that, I also found out that Mr Shawn is the true owner of Mr Mingle's house and it also had details of some properties we didn't know about," Rosy informed her.