Cursed Marissa Meyer の小説・ストーリー

“Apologize to her. Now.” But Marissa just smirked, her face twisting with disgust and a malicious glint. “I would never do such a thing, Uncle Curtis. She's not worth your sympathy or being your secretary for that matter…” She trailed off as she sucked in her breath; her voice wavered like she was coming to a devastating realization before her voice turned high-pitched. “Wait a minute? Oh my God… are you fucking her?”

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

It was Marissa, one of Valeria’s oldest operatives, presumed dead after a brutal showdown months ago. “I’m not here for her,” Marissa said quietly, voice trembling with years of regret. “I’m here for myself. For the girls she destroyed.” Bain lowered his weapon, tension giving way to wary curiosity. “Then why now? Why betray Valeria here?” Marissa’s gaze flicked toward the hidden door. “Because she’s lost it. She’s dangerous beyond reason. I want to end this—for good.” The atmosphere shifted. Valeria’s footsteps echoed from deeper within the passage, closer, slower, dragging like a shadow of her former self.

My frown turned deeper as I pondered on why the hell she chose to contact me and exactly how much this information was going to cost me. Marissa Wilkins was the leader of one of the largest witch covens in California. Traditionally, wolf shifters and witches tended to stay out of each other’s way, a habit borne out of years of mutual dislike and distrust. However, Marissa was one of those who didn’t give a shit about things like that and associated with all Lorekind…as long as they could afford to pay for her services.

she groaned and Isabella laughed. Marrisa was is the total opposite of Lauren, She was timid and quiet And dressed in the most possible boring way. Her closet usually consisted of plain T-shirts and a baggy or mom jeans. She too had a beautiful ocean green eyes but Those were covered with glasses. She was the human version Mary. So shy that she would not even talk to anyone except for Lauren and Isabella. "If you say so but believe me he was.." Before she could Continue Marissa shushed her up To which she replied with a hearty laugh as Isabella got lost in her own world again.

Marissa’s shrill voice cracks desperately. “May this soul never find peace… may it never be reborn and demons devour it, bit by bit… I curse this soul to eternal suffering…” Maxwell continues, eyes locked on her. “Bastard child! I should’ve aborted you! I never loved you. I hate you Pierce Knight!” Marissa shrieks. “Burn to ashes, wither to dust. As you have hurt others, so shall your fate be as painful.” Maxwell finishes. I keep walking, Alexis breathing faintly in my arms, my men flanking me.

Whitney’s childlike mind is what draws Aiden in as he sat on the couch across the room staring at the woman laying on his bed. However, he was Aiden Lewis, the last lycan alpha king of the Night Walker pack, and was cursed by a sorcerer that his mate would not live past the night of their marriage rites. That was when he razed the witch's territory to the ground. The sorcerer fled the scene and was nowhere to be seen, he had lived with this curse for decades and only the pure blood of a witch can erase this curse. Meanwhile, the witches seemed to have gone to extinction and this caused Aiden to lose his mate to the cruel curse.

"Please, Marissa, don't do anything rash." Snarling Marissa rushed forward and jumped, letting her body connect with the window, shattering it in the process. With wide eyes, I watched as she disappeared from sight, entirely taking with her my heart and any hope I may have had for the future. TO BE CONTINUED...

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“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.