Persepolis Novels & Stories

Then the woman stepped closer to the shadows, her voice low and dangerous. “We’ve played by Pendragon’s rules for too long. It’s time to rewrite the board.” The tall man smiled, sharp and slow. “And Matteo Rossi just became our first move.” ---

"I choose… to open a tailor shop. "I don't want eternal life, and I don't want a rebirth that belongs only to me. "Director, with the life I have in the real world, with every point and every reward I've earned—with everything I am—I offer a wish to the system. "I want to open a tailor shop that can redeem everyone." The livestream barrage froze for half a second, then erupted into an endless wall of question marks. [??? What is she talking about? Is this a third option?]

“I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.” “I didn’t either,” Isolde said. Her voice was raw. “But it explains everything. They weren’t just targeting girls. They were casting roles.” A ping echoed from the terminal. Penelope turned the screen toward them. A document opened: ComposerDirective-42-VZ.p*f Isolde leaned in and read aloud the title: “Final Curation: Persephone’s Descent” She scrolled further. Subject Status: Untouched Scheduled Engagement: TBA Zurich / Tier-Red

Zann was braiding my hair, holding a piece of candy, smiling warmly as he said, “Neve, when I grow up, I’ll build you a castle and make you the happiest princess.” Trembling, I mustered my last ounce of strength. With bloodstained fingers, I slid across the screen to send my last message. [Zann, I’m not waiting anymore. My life repays you and Wanda. Bury me with my parents.] Each word drained every ounce of energy from my body, as if pouring all the grievances, agony, and despair of the past year into that brief message. When the message was sent, every shred of burden was lifted. I closed my eyes, utterly drained.

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

, I pointed at what I had tripped on. "Sorry, the juniors used the lab before the end of school, has to be one of their bags". I imagined him bending and moving the bag. I imagined him as a tall figure without any facial features of course, just the structure of a tall boy. "Thank you", I stuttered. "It's calm". He slips into the seat next to me while I reached to get my mp3. I played focus by Joeboy. "Yo.. that song is so good." he exclaimed.

she answered, her eyebrows knitting over the screen. I nodded. I still have ten minutes. I got my drawing pad, and carefully tore the paper, and scribbled 'The Dancing Umbrellas!' and then under the title, I wrote the lines I remember from the Coco Movie.'The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it's true.' I inserted it inside the envelope, and placed it on top of my table, hoping Stella won't forget to bring it.

‘Poor child,’ He thought. “Noted, dad!” Han energetically agrees while jumping on the air. Mr. Don glanced at Beejay and ordered, “Eliminate everyone who stands in your way to the golds, Beejay, except me and this child named Han. You can do whatever you want with them, you can either eat or kill them, it’s up to you.” Beejay nodded and starts to walk away with a huge crazy smile on his face as if he won something. --- While something is happening inside the City of Perfection, a girl was slashing every creature that goes in her way using her purple dagger because she was in a rush. After a few seconds, another creature blocks her way.

I told him the place and closed my eyes. “We’re here,” I paid him and gave him an extra tip. “Thank you. Drive safely,” I remind the old driver. The old man looked so happy. “Thank you, Princess Luna! You really have such a good heart!” I made my way through my shop. It has a minimalist design, and I like it so much. I’m sure that I’ll spend more time here! This will be my safe haven. My one staff greeted me politely. “Good morning, Ms. Steele!”

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.