Reimu X Marisa Novels & Stories

My lips parted, my throat painfully dry, I tried to speak but nothing came through, my palm slowly dropped from the handle. Tiana’s gaze met mine, a grin climbed up her face as she dramatically increased the sounds of her moans, her fingers pressed against Dom's back. “ Dominique!!!” Finally, my mouth worked, my heart thrummed in my chest as I begged God that this was all a dream, that I was still inside my car, fast asleep but I wasn't…this was real, painfully real.

After returning from the matchmaker's house and entering the house, my sister, Flora Leeman, rushed to say, "Mom, I want to marry Logan Zigger, who's a farmer!" My adopted mother, Elaine Lucas, was shocked when her face went pale, and she cried out at Flora. I was there, and Elaine couldn't say it outright, but from her squinting and frowning, I figured she wasn't keen on Flora choosing Logan.

Standing in front of her mirror in the dim silence of her chamber,the woman was draped in a blood-red gown matching her red painted lips. Cold hazel eyes fixated on the picture of a ruggedly handsome man with silver orbs, chiseled jaw, strong neck,broad shoulders with beautiful pale skin. Running her hands over the image she whispered saying: “You think you can keep me away forever?… No Damian.You belong to me. You always have.” She giggled excitedly. The alliance between Bluemoon and Blackmoon pack was a marital one. The alliance marriage was only one cycle away,even so Marisa was impatient. She wanted it to happen.And fast.

She hadn't expected Graysen to return so soon. "Hey," Marisa giggled. "I'm here for a brief visit," she said as she approached her friend. Fleurie was relieved that she would not be alone on that floor, but she still felt uneasy. "You didn't forget, did you? About the colours thingy, "Marisa inquired, her eyes bright. Fleurie smiled and shook her head; she thought that this method would bring her closer to Marisa, even making them best friends. She took her notebook out of her bag that was in the walk-in dressing room.

But not for Marisa. Every time she looked at Selena— she remembered. You’re still my friend. Her chest hurt. By evening— most people had left. Selena remained. Preparing. Checking reports. Reviewing presentation. Marisa sat at her desk. Watching. Then Selena stood. Stretching. She looked over. “You’re still here?” Marisa blinked. Selena smiled. “You should go home.” Marisa nodded. But didn’t move. Selena walked over. Placed something on her desk.

Emma Rosy stood up and walked to her side, reached out and cupped her chin, the expression on her face looked like a shura from hell to Marisa. "You can't touch me ......" Marisa tried to struggle away from her hand, but found that her grip had somehow become so strong. "If you touch it, I'll have to double it back on you." Emma Rosy interrupted her directly. In the middle of They talking, Emma Rosy heard a footstep behind her. She turned her head and saw Alex Brown standing there with a sarcastic smile on his face. After releasing her hand, Emma Rosy picked up the cloth on the table and wiped it, with a look of disgust on her face that made Marisa's heart burst with anger. "Then I'll leave

Lovato cried out as he pulled her falling body closer to him. "My love….I...I'm…" Mariza gasped, as she sucked in the cold air. "No, you can't leave me," Lovato reminded her. "I can't.... I can't lose you again..." "L-L...love..you"-Her voice was only a whisper now as she coughed out a volume of blood..."my dearest sir, who would have thought I'd be so lucky to find a man...as perfect as you-"That was it. There was no more left Marisa could say for Lovato. She was empty–just a lump of flesh - no life left in her whatsoever, she was truly and utterly dead ..

Lucian snorted behind us. Marissa’s eye twitched. “I would be happy to show you around the pack someday.” “That will not be necessary,” Marek said instantly. A strange, cold silence followed. Marissa drew herself up gracefully. “Very well. Another time.” She walked away, spine straight, jaw tight. I watched her go. “She likes you.” Marek sighed. “Yes.” “You do not like her.” “No.” “I see.” He looked relieved that I did not pursue the topic.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

"By the Goddess, this is good!" "I know, right!" Marisa pointed at Maud, who was dancing with Mr. Galanis, smashing the poor flustered man into her heaving bosom. "She doesn't look it, and she's got that grandmotherly charm to her, but there's a saucy minx trapped in there. She reminds me of a lot of my choir mistress when I lived in the Isles." "Really? Do you ever think of going back?" "All the bloody damn time," Marisa paused, drinking half the contents of her mug before continuing. The head chef had finished tuning his fiddle and was motioning her over.