It's Going Down Persona Novels & Stories

He chuckled once again, this time the sheer desolation laced his tone. His gaze remained fixed on his phone, his fingers trembling as he scrolled through the onslaught of comments and shares. The weight of his responsibilities, both personal and professional, threatened to crush him. The shares of Adams Corps plummeting only added to his growing despair. Everyone’s heart break at the sight of Viaan’s slumped shoulders as he uselessly scrolled the screen.

“It’s now no longer approximately managed anymore. It’s about to collapse.” My telecel smartphone buzzed with any other message: Unknown: “The quit starts off evolved now, Anita. You’ve already lost.” I stared at the display , my clear up hardening. “Then we forestall them— regardless of the cost.”

POV: Isabella The silence after the deletion was deafening. It wasn't just the absence of the server’s hum; it was a conceptual void. The Medusa architecture—the complex, jagged web of code that had defined my existence, my market value, and my greatest fear—was gone. Ten years of Eleanor’s obsession and millions of Sterling dollars had been reduced to a sequence of zeros. I felt lighter, yet dangerously hollow. I was a blank slate. Or perhaps, I was merely a dead end.

We could finally go back to Celestia. “An interesting argument coming from someone currently living outside her own Pack.” Everyone stopped. I didn’t have to turn around to know who had spoken. Artavius continued, his voice carrying clearly through the room. “You continue calling yourself Valcrest’s Vanguard, yet you reside in Celestia.” A pause followed. “Perhaps you understand rogues so well because you are becoming one yourself.” Whatever relief I had felt vanished instantly.

He then checked on the page. “Huh? The video I posted was taken down? The previous videos are gone as well?!” The man screamed in pain when he saw Peach Media’s page was empty. All the posts and videos were taken down, even those with extremely high views were gone. “Is it a bug? Should I restart?” The man instinctively ignored the phone call that Kaze made and tried to calm himself down. “People like to tell themselves lies. Why don’t you search for the account and see if you can locate it,” Kaze said as he shook his head.

I look up to see the last person I wanted to see right now. I mouth a sorry to Liam without stopping to talk to him and continue walking to the cheerleader changing room. After I was done changing, I make my way to the stadium to find all my cheerleader girls already there. The instructor says, "Okay. Girls gather around. We need full attention today as there are only four days left for the real thing. Let's get stretching girls." In the middle of the training, I feel light-headed and weak. I could not feel my leg and I feel as if the ground is spinning. The last thing I hear is people calling my name as I fall to the ground...

“I have work too though.” “Singing isn’t work, Amber.” Amber laughed with cute chuckles. “Right. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe I’ll stop by the store and see what actual work is. Love you.” Vanessa smiled, her plump cheeks stretching out. “You too. See you tomorrow.” And as soon as the call ended, her smile vanished and she sighed. She hadn’t been single in two years, and she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be ‘available’ to other men. Well, she was going to find out.

JANA ROLLED out of bed with a frown. Her head aches. "Vivien, do you have something that can help me alleviate this pain?" "Host, it's good that you remembered me." The mechanical voice sighed. Jana was amused to know this human-like feature of this Ai. "The last mission got me an upgrade. You can now adjust your body constitution depending on your own will too!" Jana bit her lips with expectation. "Is this my 'cheat', then?"

Hers steadies against him. “Power isn’t loud,” he says quietly. “You proved that.” They separate before anyone can see too much. The moment leaves its mark anyway—heat under skin, resolve in spine. By evening, the numbers roll in. Social feeds tilt. Sentiment curves upward, not wildly, but enough to matter. Brandon watches the graphs, then Julia, then the door. Sophia texts once: Early data—shift is real. Another message follows, colder: Vanessa’s approval dipped. First time.

MIKE POV "Your internal processor needs to immediately drop that unrealistic fantasy line, Collins," I say, shifting my heavy weight on the timber bench and looking straight into his eyes. "No matter what specific destination Ada Lube is targeting for his corporate business trip today, his transport is mathematically never landing at the Skydrivee Academy sector you are flying toward. His character runs as a completely proud, highly pretentious alpha asset on the ice circuit. What exact reason makes your brain believe his mouth would ever be willing to stand up and share his personal successful hockey tactics with ordinary civilian wolves? If your fingers execute a digital network search rig