Mr Morooka Persona 4 Novels & Stories

Akihiko keeps his phone down and starts to think of the various things the person could be. ‘He’s not a mafia. First of all, is it even a male or a female? Could he be some kind of murderer. Not possible from their way of talking. Then what else…?’ He turns on the T.V and takes a seat on the couch. He changes the channels while thinking hard. [Kei? You ready? it’s the final boss of this world!] “Hm… Hm? OH, THE NEW EPISODE IS OUT!” he says and while leaving the thinking aside he continues to watch the anime playing on the T.V.

The microphone was first aimed at Sorata, who was sitting the farthest among everyone. "Ah, this... that... I'm actually pretty impressed." Sorata was stunned and his eyes were a bit dodging since he didn't expect Misaki would suddenly ask him about this question. He felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He also really thought that it was amazing since he didn't expect that Misaki would be able to make such an anime. "What, that's it?" Misaki, who didn't get any useful information, was very disappointed. "By the way, why don't you delay the final explosion by about four frames?" Mitaka saw Sorata's embarrassment and he knew that Sorata didn't understand much about anime, so he interr

She cried. Slash! “Ahhhhh!” Some of the maidens screamed as she fell to the floor, her blood flowing out like a river. “I would like to make an announcement.” Ryu’s fierce voice brought me back to reality. His gaze was directed towards me. He began. "With the passing of my personal assistant, whose mate's bond with the perpetrator caused this, I would like to take this opportunity to appoint a new wolf.” I observed the surroundings, and to my surprise, no one was wailing anymore. They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal.

Why would he be smiling with Yukimura Rei? “This can’t be…this can’t be real…”. His voice shakes as he flips the other photographs over. “This is a fucking joke…it’s a deepfake…it’s— ”. He takes a deep breath. “Calm down, Miyamura. This can still be fake. Don’t just jump to conclusions and start doubting Sorahiko— ”. His gaze lands on a photograph of Sorahiko palming a glass vial with an embarrassed look on his face. “No…What is he holding?…He can’t be…”.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

The person was none other than Kristan Duncan, the squad leader of the first branch of Mordu Police Station. “Squad Leader Duncan, you’re already back?” Sakura stretched her exquisite body. “Did you bring back Harvey’s corpse?” asked Sakura calmly. “That man has constantly been going against me. If I don’t see his lifeless face, I might not be able to sleep tonight!” Kristan shivered for a short while. “I’m sorry, Ms. Miyamoto! I was incapable! “Taichi Maruyama and the others were completely annihilated! “I wasn’t able to bring Harvey’s corpse back!”

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

He's twenty-five, with blond curls and big blue eyes, a perpetual smile is permanently stuck on his face. He's practically a golden retriever in human form and also my personal assistant. “Morning, boss!” he chirps, carrying a steaming mug of coffee. “Black, two sugars, extra hot—just how you like it.” “It’s afternoon, Yuri.” He blinks, checks his watch, then grins wider. “Right! Afternoon, then. Even better.” I take the coffee without thanking him and glare at the screen as I boot up my computer. He just hovers by my desk, rocking on his heels like he’s waiting for a treat.