Marissa Ghost の小説・ストーリー

"At the thought of this mysterious encounter, Haniya immediately felt a chill down her spine. " "She couldn't help but look at Marissa's cemetery and whispered, ""Could it be...""" "Don't be superstitious! Even if there are really ghosts, Marissa will not harm me. Let's go back first." "Mango looked around her and did not find anyone suspicious. Then, she returned to the ward feeling rather uneasy. " "At the same time, Nathaniel and Desmond were dealing with some matters. After Marissa's burial, Desmond settled Marissa's parents down and he planned to bring them to Ocean City with Nathaniel."

The legendary enforcers moved with perfect coordination, securing Marissa while assessing the situation. "Lisa's hurt," Ghost reported tersely into a communication device. "Dark magic burns. Emma needed immediately." Lisa struggled to remain conscious, the dark spell spreading painful tendrils across her back. "The child," she managed to gasp. "Safe?" "They're safe," the young mother assured her, tears in her eyes. "You saved us." Marissa twisted in Tank's grasp. "Let me go! I wasn't trying to hurt anyone! I just wanted to help that hybrid baby—"

“Severe ones. For your future. Your parents… they won’t take this lightly.” “I know,” I said. He dismissed me. I walked back into the hallway. The news had spread quickly like wildfire. Kids were staring at me, whispering in groups as I passed. “Zero…” “I heard she cheated and got caught.” “No, she went crazy and just filled in randomly…” “Lizzie said the engagement is totally off now…” I ignored them all and walked straight to the parking lot. My phone buzzed. A message from Tamara. Fixer’s name is Marcus Vale also known as “The Ghost”. Investigates and Handles discreet problems for the Crowns. Dave specifically. Current location is attached.

I asked, and she chuckled. “No, you don’t, but we could get to know each other,” she said, and I scoffed. I wasn’t in the mood for that, and she probably wouldn’t understand. I ignored her and sipped the glass of wine I was with. “Sorry for not introducing myself properly. I’m Marisa, one of Dante’s ex-girlfriends.” When she said this, my eyes widened at once and I gulped the entire content in my glass, placing it on the ground and shooting her a soul staring glare.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

"Mira's is in Costa Rica. Margaret's is in a safety deposit box in Zurich. And Isabella's—" "Where?" Ghost tossed something down. A key. Small. Brass. It clattered on the concrete floor at my feet. "New Orleans," Ghost said. "St. Louis Cathedral. Behind the statue of the Virgin Mary. Your mother was raised Catholic. She never stopped believing, even after everything she did." "Why are you helping us?" "I'm not helping you. I'm helping myself." Ghost turned away. "Mira owes me money. A lot of money. She's been hiding for twenty years to avoid paying. I want my payment."

She rolled her eyes, "If I did, I wouldn't be here." "No idea if maybe rogue wolves took his body?" She shook her head again, "I didn’t even see his decaying heart." "Do you think Ryker took the liberty to-" Both women scoffed, "Right," I nodded, "Ryker would never." Marissa stood up with a sigh, "I have to prepare for the first coming today. See you soon?" "A guest?" I queried, and instead of replying, she bolted out of the door. I turned to Grace, "Do you know anything about that?"

Silas growled, holding me down with his massive strength, his heart beating fast against my back. I went limp, my forehead resting on his shoulder, the scent of his cologne mocking my failure. "If you want your daughter back, Isabella," Maria said, her voice dropping to a haunting whisper, "you have to play the unknown. The Ghost is too loud. The Empress is too far away. You have to get close enough to touch the beast again without him smelling the blood on you." I lifted my head, my eyes raw. "How? How will I play the unknown?"

But peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford. A new headline dropped on her phone at 2 AM. Marissa Hart to Launch Secret Revival of Vale with “Anonymous Muse.” Zara sat up so fast, she nearly dislocated her shoulder. Because the woman in the photo next to Marissa? Was her mother. A ghost Zara thought she’d buried long ago.

Then Marissa let out a strangled scream. “Oh my God! Mama—we're doomed! This is the end.” she started wailing again. My vision swam, panic clawing at my chest. “No. No, no, no. This can’t be—she was here. She was here!” Marissa grabbed my arm, sobbing hysterically. “We’re cursed. She’s going to haunt us, Mama. I swear I saw her move—she’s going to come back for us!” “Shut up!” I screeched, though terror licked up my spine. My mind reeled. Where could she have gone? How could she—