Marissa Ghost Novels & Stories

Liora could smell Mavric’s masculine scent mixed with a hint of tobacco and stress. “Someone just saved my company, Liora,” Mavric whispered. “Someone incredibly brilliant someone who knows how to manipulate Marcus Vane’s code like it’s child’s play.” “Their codename is ‘Ghost’.” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Ghost?” Sounds like an action movie hero. “What does that have to do with me?” “I’m just a woman you’ve locked up here.” Mavric took Liora’s hand, feeling the pulse in her wrist.

She really really wanted the wedding to happen. I just shrugged it all off and walked to my room. I didn't even bother to grab my clothes before stripping naked and standing under the shower. The water started running black as the dried black blood is now wet and running along with the water. At this point I also have no idea just how many Rogues I killed. That brings me back to the problem of Marissa. Venus and I both think that she is not a Rogue. But Marissa claims that she is a Rogue for as long as she remembers, which was from her childhood.

Gabriel said soothingly, trying to get me to see reason. My heart felt like it was shattered all over again. Marissa was a beautiful pup. She was only ten when she was killed. The Omegas all pitched in to help raise her once her parents died a few years prior to that night. We tried our best to fill her childhood with as many good experiences as we could. Her positive attitude never dulled no matter what she went through in her short life. She was a true ray of sunshine that nothing could taint.

I felt her grab my hand and she smiled a bit. “What did she want?” Christine asked with a scrunched-up nose. “Who is she? She seemed upset that Louisa is back,” I pointed out. Christine sighed and ran her hands through her blonde hair, it had loosened from the bun and was now a mess. “She’s Alex’s childhood friend. She’s a monster and a dangerous person.” I frowned at her explanation. If Christine felt this way about this Marissa person; who also gave me bad vibes, Why did she still have the title of Moore’s friend?

Maria said as she placed her head on Beatrice's shoulder looking for comfort. "Then just be a ghost, then I will give your crush out to Cassandra Cain" Beatrice said and Maria immediately raised her head and glare at Beatrice, "don't you dare to touch my man, and don't mind that fakie before me, she is just to fake and arrogant" Maria said with a cold eye. Beatrice started laughing at her, it was then she realized she had been fooled, Beatrice was just trying to talk her into realizing that she still needs to work.

He needed to know about an ex that was never a boyfriend who was now making life unbearable for her. Why couldn't she have things easy? It seemed as though as soon as Maria took a step closer to happiness, she ended up talking three steps back. If this wasn't being plagued by misfortune, then what was this? Maria sat still on the floor, hugging her knees as the ghosts from her past came into play to dance with her. ~~

The banquet hall glittered with gold and crystal as Helena Shaw stood arm in arm with her fiance, smiling as they greeted their guests. The warmth and celebration vanished as a girl appeared, and the hall fell dead silent. Nellie Scott gripped her invitation. Her faded denim jacket, which was washed thin and pale, looked painfully out of place in a room glittering with silk and diamonds. "Who's that? Showing up dressed like that to Ms. Shaw's engagement party?" "Where's security? What are they even doing, letting a beggar like this in?"

I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding my breath until I finally let it out. Maris turned to face me, arms folding. “What the hell was that back there?” I blinked. “What?” Her gaze sharpened. “Don’t play dumb, Rain. Liana. The way she looked at you—like she’d seen a ghost. Who is she?” I dropped my eyes to the gravel path, watching the faint glow of lanterns ripple against the wine in my glass. “She’s no one,” I muttered. “Don’t lie to me.” Maris’s voice softened, but her tone carried that quiet authority that always made me listen. “You froze when she called your name. And the way you two stared at each other… it wasn’t nothing.”

“What… happened?” Ghost exhales sharply, his grip on me tightening like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. “Your fucking father,” he snarls, his voice shaking. “He poisoned you.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but they make sense. The slow, creeping sickness, the way my body feels like it’s tearing itself apart from the inside. The whiskey. It wasn’t whiskey. I should have fucking known. Ghost shifts closer, one hand pressing against my chest, keeping me steady. “You need to stay awake,” he demands, his voice raw, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Marissa gave you something to stop it, but you need to stay with me.”

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"