Persona 5 Femme Fatale Novels & Stories

Blue text burst across her vision like fireworks. [New Quest: Publicly humiliate the Heroine before dawn.] [Reward: +5 Charisma, +5 Reputation as Villainess.] [Failure Penalty: None.] Seren’s jaw went slack. You’ve got to be kidding me. The box blinked expectantly, smug as a cat. “Oh, of course,” she muttered under her breath. “Because I haven’t made enough enemies tonight. Let’s add ‘mock a girl who just got her heart ripped out’ to my to-do list.”

The conclusion couldn't have been clearer. "Bloodline comparison excludes Eric Ludlow as the pup's sire." Sure enough, the result was as he'd predicted. His expression held no rage or surprise, only a cold stillness. He'd seen it coming, but having the truth laid out before him in black and white still knocked the air out of his lungs. He rose and threw the report onto the desk. "Take me to her." … In a private ward of the infirmary, Mia looked feral, her hair a wild mess. The instant Eric walked in, she flung herself at him.

“But I don’t think she’s real. So do I can’t believe that the woman in my dreams caused me to stop having sexual and emotional contact with women,” Felix said then shook his head. “I can’t get her out of my mind ever since.” He finished and drove the car once again. “But what if she is real?” Taylor asked. “If she is, I’ll make her mine. And mine alone.” They drove to Primo Luna and handed them the drive left immediately so that they could go home in Nuella Sangre.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

She winked at me then sauntered back up the stairs. How one person could show so many personalities was beyond me. She was a ruthless business woman, submissive fiancé, loving daughter, and cold-hearted killer. I laid my head to my pillow, letting all my worries free. Vanessa and Roberto days were numbered. Amy and myself would live because Niko would make sure of it.

“Were you ugly before this? Getting plastic surgery isn’t the problem here, you... Why would you change your appearance into someone else’s?” “I told you, I did so to please Mr. Valentine.” The woman winked at Jebediah and then shifted her gaze back onto Charlotte’s face. “I’m a female model working under Mr. Valentine’s agency. You should’ve also heard of scandals that describe Mr. Valentine as a playboy that changes his girl very frequently, right?” Charlotte nodded. The woman raised her face proudly. “I’m one of his girls.” The corners of Charlotte’s lips twitched. The woman then looked at Zachary, and she shrugged in fright when she saw his cold and domineering expression.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

I raised a fist in the air to silence the room. "Look closely at who you're aiming the knife at." The lady scratched her cheeks because of uneasiness as all eyes were laid on her. The tensed slowly crowd calmed down as they realized the person they are looking at. "...Who are you? I never knew a person like you existed." The lady was taken aback by Diego's remark. Her reaction was immediately replaced with a regretful smile as she replied, "Of course you wouldn't. I am the abandoned child of the emperor after all. Victoria Nightingale Teravania, daughter of Empress Catherine."

THIRD PERSON… After she comes out in the very last dress, the dress the male that came with her picked, Lavinia couldn’t deny it any longer. She could see it now. The female standing in front of them was meant to be a Queen. She was the daughter of the Moon Goddess. Even without feeling her wolf, Lavinia knew that this female was very important and that what she was helping her Master do would break her beyond repair. She would never be the same. However, Lavinia knew there was nothing she could do about it now.

“I didn’t think it mattered anymore.” Then I said, softly, “It matters to me.” Micah didn't respond immediately. When he finally did, his voice was softer now. “He said he’d keep to himself. That anyone would barely notice him.” I let out a short, bitter laugh. “That man is incapable of not being noticed. He's a famous F1 racer.” “Fair enough.” “And you trust him?” “He promised to take care of you when you arrived,” Micah's voice softened. “and I trust him to be respectful about that.”