Romans & histoires Marissa Ghost

“Why are you denying me, Marissa? And what happened to you? What is this? You coming here and…” “Do you think you are good enough to kill my shine?” I asked, my tone cold and tight. “What?” He blinked. “Ten years ago, the Marissa you knew died, Tristan. So let me warn you. I will make this short and quick. I am no longer on your level. Do not ever imagine that I would acknowledge a riff raff like you again. And stay out of my sight if you do not have a death wish, because I could do far worse things to you than you can ever imagine, Tristan Vance.”

she stammered, and then drew her shoulders back. “I’m not what?” I whispered. “A slip of the tongue, nothing more,” Marissa dismissed, shaking her head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to get back to. I strongly suggest you keep yourself hidden. Those bruises look quite nasty,” she said with an edge to her voice. She stormed away, leaving me staring blankly after her. What had Marissa been on the verge of saying before she forced herself to stop? “You’re not,” I murmured to myself and frowned. “I’m not what?”

No sightings over the past three years, no passport activities registered under her name, no social media updates, no hospital records, nothing under her maiden name. Marcus had dropped the newest report on top of the stack without any comment. “She’s a ghost,” he said. I opened it and scanned the conclusions I already knew what I’d find. “No public appearances.” He added. "No events attended, communications went through intermediaries, even the studio staff signed NDAs.” I closed the file. “Ghosts leave traces.” “This one doesn’t.” He was right. I’d hired three different investigators over the year, spent over two hundred thousand dollars chasing the leads we had. Each one came back with th

Aurora’s POV I stepped out of the kitchen and immediately slowed down when I saw Marissa. She was sitting confidently on the sofa. Did she appear from the space? If I hadn’t seen her before, I would have thought it was a ghost. There was no sound of her arrival, just her presence suddenly filling the room like she had always been there. This was the first time I was seeing her and Logan in the same space, and it didn’t take long to notice something was wrong.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

One of the kids at the orphanage screamed and ran away from Mia when he saw the glowing necklace on her neck. Mia looked confused as she looked around to check if the boy had seen a ghost or a wild animal but she didn't see any. "Look there it is glowing" the boy pointed at Mia's neck as he held one of the Lady that worked at the orphanage in the wrist. She looked very confused because she didn't see anything. "I have work to do so don't stress me out. That's Mia, she's weird I know but she isn't glowing" the lady went back inside, the kid followed her looking very frightened. Mia was so confused as to what just happened

She left to her room. Angela sat down, reached to her bra and removed her sisters picture, she always kept their, she hid it from Amanda, ‘Oh, Maria, I can feel your presence, you had full of life, I remember when you told me,’ “Angie, some boy confused you for me today, I tried telling him but he was too tranquil to budge, we had to kiss, but don’t worry it meant nothing to me, I don’t want any commitments, I’m focused on my dancing career, I want to be a super dance model.” She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister.

Marcus’s panic snapped me forward and I flicked my eyes open to come face to face with those stormy grey eyes I’ve been hiding from for eighteen years. “You gave me a scare, my love” his eyes held relief and I couldn’t hold the tears back. “You were supposed to stay a ghost” “Even if I was a ghost, I would still follow you to the ends of the earth, you know that Maria” he said earning a scoff from Marcus. I believe every word, he had managed to find me after I purposely hid from him for all these years. I pushed myself to sit up. I had the worst throbbing headache ever.

Ariel scoffed and stamped her feet in anger before rushing closer to him and slipping her hand into his. CHRIS Last night was so cool and nice but I still have so many questions. Isabella never slept when she was here, but this ghost sleeps and gets wet by water, Things only mortals do. However, I still know she is a ghost and not a mortal and that makes me so confused and scrupulous about her. Who truly is she and what was that she wanted to say earlier? Is she hiding things from me? Well, I'll find out soon. I hope she is not beginning to like me though because I'm not interested.

Her hands were clawing frantically at the edges of the desk for leverage. "Ah... hmmm… Victor, yes—more," Marissa gasped on the high-fidelity speakers, her eyes closed in a daze of pure pleasure. “Faster... Silas thinks he has control, but he doesn't know... he doesn't know anything..." her voice was breaking the more she tried speaking.