Femme Fatale Persona 5 の小説・ストーリー

A clear voice said, “Boss, it’s not appropriate to hit a weak woman. Besides, she has already paid for this item. It doesn’t seem right for you to raise the price on the spot.” Philip took a good look at the man. His appearance was quite outstanding, with well-defined eyes, a straight nose, slightly thin lips, and a charming smile. He seemed to match the woman's appearance, but Philip smiled when he saw the man. “The hero failed to save the beauty.” Philip noticed that the woman was a level three pseudo holy being! However, she did not look very old, so she must be a talent! Even if the boss attacked the woman, the outcome was uncertain.

"How is it?" I simply whispered into my earpiece while walking up a flight of stairs. Wearing a black side shoulder bodycon velvet dress, I swiftly walked into the 2nd floor area. "I already put Sophia's sleeping pills on everyone's drink. We have two minutes before it affects the first group of victims," Shiela said on the line. "Okay. I'm about to finish here," I said simply and adjusted my black mask. "Hey, pretty lady, want some drinks?" an American inviting me.

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.

She had a reputation for her exceptional skills in cracking safes and her ability to vanish without a trace. On the other hand, the second girl, named Emma, was shorter and had a more petite frame. She had fiery red hair that fell in loose curls around her face. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with a mix of intelligence and a touch of danger. She had a mysterious air about her, as if she held secrets that she would never reveal. She had a reputation for being a skilled hacker and had been involved in various cybercrimes. Her ability to manipulate technology and exploit security systems made her a formidable adversary.

A future. The fantasy didn't just die; it was executed. It ended the moment the surveillance footage landed on my desk. I watched the girl I loved, the "shy" girl who wouldn't look me in the eye, performing for our enemies. She wasn't just with them. She belonged to them. She used Rowena to get to Philip. She was a Trojan horse in a floral sundress. She didn't just kill my sister; she handed over our pack’s blueprints, our patrol routes, our weaknesses.

“Mabel, you didn’t.” Mabel lifted her glass. “I did.” Ava blinked once, twice, then took a slow sip of her drink. “Well, would you look at God testing my blood pressure this early in the weekend.” Natasha’s eyes swept the scene—rosé, laughter, aging beauty in motion—and landed on Ava. “You must be Ava St. James. The fifth chapter in Marcus’s ongoing anthology.” Delphine muttered, “And she must be the preface nobody read twice.”

Who can act cute one second and another second he can either kill who dares to take his MC or be killed to save her. 'I just want to cry the fact my personality is totally different from this two-face guy, dear why am I one of the rivals? Why do I have to die for the person I don't even love… Why can't I just take one of the leads that she doesn't need or date other guys out of this list?' 'Wait before that I want to see the MC how she looks, is she still a no-eye freak, or does she has eyes in here? Maybe I can meet her and see which route she has chosen this time, and does she even like me or not.'

one of the assassins asked, pointing towards Alicia. "Kill her!" the fifth head said. "We do not kill females, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no remorse as she cried her pain out loud. She was left for dead, bleeding out.