Femme Fatale Persona 5 Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “The more human and emotional you are right now, the more believable you are as a desperate, determined woman, so don’t feel any pressure to be a detached operative. You’re a mother, Cordelia, so you know what Millie Baker wants so badly. You get it, so use that knowledge. But don’t get into this so deep that you lose your ability to observe non-verbal cues… OK?” “OK.”

(Major Serena) Serena knows that her shy sister rarely comes out, As the Head of the Military Intelligence, not many knows about her and what she does most of the time, But whenever Reven would appeared that is means only one thing in particular, it was that the Office of President has spoken. Even the High General Bina, who is a minister rarely speaks with her despite being her superior, Only The elder sister Elijah can easily call her beside the President himself. The Maid Unit call her the Shy One is simply because she is in fact a shy person, Unlike her sister in Maiden Unit, Reven were special, she was the only Maiden that has a disabilities, which her half of her facial skin were scarr

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

No one dare mess with my family cos if they do, then they mess with me After going through the last detail for the first file, I went through the next one. This target is a female, 25 years old, works as a professional stripper, and very well known for getting chummy with anything that walks that has a penis between their legs. Reason why she need to die? There was a picture tucked between the papers and i picked it up and looked at it. I chuckled in realization. So this is why she's gonna have to die?

She asked Number 7. No. 7 removed her mask and put it on her lap. She has blonde wavy hair and black eye color. "Why do you ask? Are you worried?" Number 5, although a Muerte Sword wielder is still just a 12 year old kid. "It's just, Her Majesty, do not smile. Her eyes are always filled with sadness." No. 5 said with a sad expression. "Her Majesty just hates violence that's all. But it is inevitable because we're at war."

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

’ She then ragily shouted and started throwing burning hot fire balls at me. Luckily I had my shield barrier so I was able to block any fires she sent at me. The fire balls even started getting bigger and bigger in sizes after she saw that they were not hurting me. Becoming frustrated, she then decided to reveal and use her fifth and final power which was duplication as I now found myself surrounded by clones of her. And they all started hitting at me, it was like I was fighting 10 or twenty people at once. I could feel Vera`s hand throwing punches at me but I could not know who was the real Vera and just ended up uselessly punching disappearing clones.

She doesn’t find me, her shoulders loosen just a fraction before she turns away. Enzo notices. Of course he does. He leans in, “She searched.” “I know,” I say, swirling my glass of vodka. Iron Fist rolls her neck across the ring. She’s thick, well built, and confident. She’s won more fights than she’s lost. She likes breaking smaller opponents. Vitale squints. “That’s Belva?” “Yes,” Baranov says. “The masked one.” “I’ve heard of her,” Fournier adds. “Never actually seen her fight.”

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

I made some frantic gestures. “Eh, that’s more sad than scary. We need something powerful,” she mused, her gaze flicking around the room before landing on a poster. A woman in the ad held a shot glass, chin high, with a sultry look that could kill. Riley’s eyes lit up. “What about a femme fatale?” “A femme what?” “You know, a man-eater! Someone who eats guys for breakfast.” She looked far too pleased with herself. “Uh… not sure if I can pull that off,” I muttered, but Riley was already filling up another glass, pushing it toward me with a wild grin.