Touhou Marisa Novelas e Histórias

Amaris "Now, if everyone would turn to page 253 of their texts, we will begin,” our teacher says, trying to gain our attention over all of the noise of students chattering. Instead of paying attention, I lay my head on my desk, not caring in the least about this class, or school altogether. I'm only here so that I can finish my education, get my diploma and leave this godforsaken town and these godforsaken people.

KIMBERLY It's been a week since i left the apartment, I'm in the hall restrooms when dark wavy hair and blue eyes catch my eyes in the mirror. Marisa. Suddenly, my own saliva feels like grass to swallow. She's a bit taller than me, about five feet five if I'm correct, I'm just five feet two. The bitch has the nerve to smile at me and say, "Hi, i guess it's high time i officially introduced myself since you must already know of me, judging by how you kept looking at me back there. I'm Marisa, Brandon's first love."

“I can feel it.” All eyes turned to the woman in the corner. Tall. Elegant. Blonde hair braided over one shoulder. A red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her name was Marissa. And she loved Marek. She loved him deeply, painfully, obsessively. She had dreamed for years of becoming Luna. Of standing beside him. Of being chosen. Aveline had ruined that in a single night. Marissa spoke at last, voice low and icy. “She needs to be removed.”

"If they will warmly receive you?" "What?" In one swift motion, Marissa pulled her dagger and ran it across Othello’s throat, leaving a long gash that quickly began to pour blood. "Nothing personal," Marissa purred, using her shirt to wipe the man’s blood from her weapon. "But you’ve crossed my master, and he wishes for your heart." Confusion and shock rolled through me as I looked from the dying Othello to Marissa. What the hell was going on here and who was her master?

', she asked in her mind and smiled as she walked towards the elevator, ' ah, I'm totally smitten, I even seem to have so many gifts to give him, he'll nearly scream if he finds out that I've regained my memories through that', she thought to herself and giggled. The elevator beeped and opened, her eyes locked with the lady who seemed familiar inside. They stared at each other but hers was a dangerous glare. Her eyes look watery and displeased. Marissa quickly collected herself and stepped out of the elevator, " Hi, Clarisse." With hesitation and confusion on her face, she replied, "Hi, who are you? And how do you know my name?", " I am Christian's favorite, Marissa." Now she remembered wher

His emotions were incomparable at the moment. Marius hurriedly pointed to Taichu and introduced, “Master, this is my wife…” Taichu immediately interrupted, “Who’s your wife? From now on, you’ll only be concerned with your master. There’s no need for me anymore.” Marius was rendered speechless. James looked at her and called out, “Ms. Taichu?” Taichu’s beautiful eyes filled with surprise as she asked, “Do you know me? A…Are you going to turn me into a skeleton too? If so, then just kill me instead.”

in a hoarse voice. I leaned back in my chair with my hands folded in my lap and said, 'Marissa. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?' She paused, looking around the room as if anticipating a trap. 'You know why I'm here', she finally said sharply, and I smiled, pointing to a chair, saying, 'Oh, do go on. Your visits are always so. Entertaining' Instead of sitting, she moved closer to the cauldron, its glow casting eerie shadows on her face. 'I require more power', she said, barely holding back her wrath as her voice trembled. "I cannot allow her to win." "Her," I murmured as I followed. You're referring to Hailey, the Luna Queen, right? "Isn't she something else?" The herbs and bottles

Marisa shut the door and sat on the bed near her Luna. Fleurie took out her notebook, not wanting to talk out loud with anyone. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Fleurie jotted down in her notebook, the notebook that her mate Graysen had given to her. " No, I was just hesitant to approach you or talk to you, but here I am," Marisa said with a tiny shake of her head. The mate of Graysen frowned slightly as she wrote. Hesitating? why? "I'm simply socially awkward and clumsy, and you were frail." Marisa saw Fleurie's bruises and scars on her wrist while she lay unconscious on the hospital bed.

She gave me a small smile. — Hello, bella. I am Marisa. I am here to help you get ready. I stood frozen for a moment. No aggression. No disdain in her voice. Just… warmth. A striking contrast after these last hours of fear, silence, and tension that made my eyes well up despite myself. — Help me… with what? I asked, my voice hoarse. — To get ready for your wedding, of course, she replied softly. We can’t keep Santino waiting too long.

"Liv, I just wanted to express my condolences—" "Oh, do you?" Marisa was quick to speak, still on the defensive. "I'm surprised you're capable of such compassion, lap dog!" "Marisa, Ayda didn't do this! It was—" "Shut your deceitful, whore mouth," Marisa brushed past Nicolette, using her height to her advantage, toppling the girl over. "I hope next time you leave out of here, you die with your beloved master, dog."