Persona 5 Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She leans towards his touch, closing her eyes like a baby as the man brushes the pad of his thumb against her smooth skin. "I love you too." She whispers. They tuck themselves into the bed, trying to figure out how they would die today to be sent back into their future. They sleep the night away, praying that their death would be tranquil and quiet. As morning comes, Zayn and Cassandra were in a delusion that they woke up in their original bodies, thrown back into 2057. Cassandra jumps up as she was trying to rejoice. But the morning talks of the boys in the hallway makes her believe the other way.

His skin was tanned, as if he spent most of his time outside – killing territory passers – and he had a light stubble lining that perfect jaw. “Name’s Chase, never come into my territory again” he says and I’m suddenly pushed backwards. I land on my bum again, knowing that it will join the parts of me that will become blue. I scramble up, rushing towards Felix. For the first time in our lives, he wraps an arm around my waist, comforting me. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” Chase warns. He glances at me for a second, giving me a wink before disappearing into the woods. When he’s gone I nestle my head into Felix’s shoulder, tears leaking out of my eyes.

"Listen Maxxy or whoever you are,I'm not your girlfriend who takes nude pictures with you. I'm Ariana Williams,a country girl with humor." He laughed a soft soft laughter,slid his hands into his pocket and looked at me with seriousness in his eyes. "I'll give you a brief history about yourself. Your name is Leena Rashford,not some crazy Ariana Williams. You're a city girl,a super star,and rocking heights in your musical career. Your dad's dead Leena and you have this crazy idea that your mom killed him. I'm Maxxy your boyfriend not some Rick who you've branded an Enemy! And Leena,your biggest music concert is coming up in a week time,stop this drama ,please stop"

He stood in the open elevator, his hand still half-raised, watching the woman in black flee from him as if he were a monster. He watched her get into the car. He watched the door slam. And as the car peeled away, tires screeching, Liam Cross felt a phantom pain in his chest. A memory. A memory of a white dress. A memory of a girl running. "Who are you?" he whispered to the empty garage. He pulled out his phone. He dialed the PI. "Forget the birth certificate," he said, his voice dark. "Find out where she was five years ago. Find out if 'Ariane Rousseau' even existed before 2019."

Dela Cruz said as we approached a tall man with graying hair. "This is Carmen, our contracted heiress. Carmen, this is Mr. Vasquez, a close friend of the family." I gave him a polite nod, my face still mostly hidden by the mask. Mr. Vasquez stared a little too long, his curiosity clear. He didn't ask about the mask, though, and instead smiled and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Carmen," he said warmly. "The pleasure is mine," I replied, my voice soft but steady as I shook his hand.