It's Going Down Persona Novels & Stories

“Ailina, since you are the manager of JK Entertainment, you must know Rita, right?” She nodded, “Yes.” “She had an endorsement of our company, so she will attend our company’s event on New Year’s Day, and cos a goddess who is an NPC in our game.” I said. Ailina’s POV: I had heard this from Evan. I nodded, “That’s good. Her film, “Lowering the Bid” is being shown now, so she is in vogue, and then her clout can help your company’s game attract attention.” He chuckled. “We don’t need her clout at all. On the contrary, she may chase our clout. Although she has been popular recently, she just had walk-on parts in the film. Our game’s player are from all over the world. It is a world-class game!”

Zach snickered. "Then why aren't you there?" Keira smiled. "I was hungry, figured missing one practice would be fine. I mean I am the best one on the team, I need to give them time to catch up..." He laughed. I smiled at the pair thinking they would be an adorable couple. Keira glanced at me through her thick eyelashes, as if she needed help to talk to him. I have her a shrug and she rolled her eyes, as if we were having a private conversation. "Subtle guys..." Sophie broke the silence and we all laughed. The bell rang signalling the end of lunch, Keira and I headed towards the gym for PE, just as we reached the door it was swung open and I felt a sharp pain as I walked into what felt like a

I just bought a new failing company worth only ten million, and I could triple the value in a year. “Are you sure you wanna do this? You can just send a representative on your behalf?” Sax raised a brow. “Since when did I back down?” “This one is different? And you need to shave, man. You look like homeless than a billionaire.” I scratched my beard and remembered how she told me I could use shears. “I’m not under persona non grata in that country. And it’s not my fault if they want to ban me. I am not the one who broke up our relationship. And I moved on.”

"What am I laughing at? I'm laughing at you. You've fallen lower than the gutters. Look at yourself. What a pitiful sight." I lifted my phone and leaned in close to Sabrina for a selfie. On the screen, I looked polished and composed while she lay there with brittle, lifeless hair. She was only 40, yet her face carried the years of someone well past 60. Still fixated on the photos of Elena in those grotesque special effects makeup, Sabrina muttered, "Elena's skin is rotting away, and you still feel like dressing up?" "Elena? She's perfectly fine. Her grandparents are taking her abroad for a study program right now."

One after another, people jumped in to tear him apart. [Is breaking up really that hard? You'd rather scheme against a buddy who trusts you? Are you even human?] [Meeting someone like you is the worst kind of bad luck. I hope your buddy sees this post and realizes what you really are. Disgusting.] [Stop pushing this kind of garbage to me. I'm so mad I'm about to get a lump in my chest! Idiot!] But the poster wasn't affected in the slightest. He fired back at each comment.

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Physically, Jane reminded him of his very Italian grandmother, so her being angry was not a pleasant experience. “It will not ‘blow over.’” Jane sighed and smoothed her hair back into the neat bun at the back of her head. “Sales are already down. The stock price is already down. The comments on our social media ads are out of control.” “It can’t be that bad. It’s never that bad.”

My arm began to change—the bone-white quartz turning back to gold, then to necrotic gray, then to the soft, unscarred flesh of the seventeen-year-old girl I used to be. “Aria... don't... let... him... touch... the... memory...” Kael’s ghost-voice erupted from the ceiling speakers, a desperate, digitized scream of structural failure. He was fighting the reversion from inside the wires, but he was losing. The servers were un-writing him. The Admin was being deleted. "Mommy! The Pine is getting smaller!" Leo shrieked. He was right. Kael’s spectral presence was shrinking, his Alpha Prime authority being reduced to the whimpering static of a pup.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

And right now, I’m the story. My followers were decreasing in all my socials at a rate I could actually see in real time—hundreds gone in minutes, thousands by the hour. The numbers dropping felt like sand pouring through my fingers, slipping away no matter how hard I tried to close my fist. No. No, no, no, no. This is not good. My throat closed up, and before I could stop it, tears blurred my vision. They slid down my cheeks, hot and bitter, dripping onto my hands as I held my phone. My body shook—not just from the humiliation, but from the crushing weight of what this could mean.