Persona 5 Figure Ann Novels & Stories

“I learned to live with it. It’s my world, Robbie. Welcome to my world.” He gave out a chuckle and stood straight. I laughed too at the amusement of what just happened. But that amusement immediately turned into horror when I saw the woman that just walked through the entrance of the venue. My eyes widened. Annika Peterson. “You alright?” “H-huh? Ah, yeah.” I answered Rob distractedly and removed my eyes from the glittering silver dress and faux fur coat that Annika was all about. She was all smiles and it was apparent how she was taking everyone’s attention with how gorgeous she looked.

There was undoubtedly a huge gap between them. “Ding! the message arrived. Jaelyn clicked on the screen. It showed a figure flashing by in the dark when she paused and zoomed in on the image. The Figure of a woman was shown. Jaelyn immediately flew into a rage “So it’s you!” The woman shown on the screen was dressed in a full black with her hair tied up. It was none other than Anne Luckser Vanlimz. Jaelyn felt an overwhelming sense of anger. She had concluded that this was probably the doing of the forbidden celestial families. Under strict surveillance, who else could manage to pull off something like this? How could someone other than the people from those families accomplish this?

Pepper’s heart jumped in shock. However, she still pretended to be innocent, crying as she said, “I… I really didn’t mean to. It’s Mr. Rockefeller… he forced himself on me.” Anna smiled coldly as she said, “Oh really? Can Mr. Rockefeller actually force himself on you? Even if ten clones of this guy were to force themselves on you, I’m sure you can beat them up easily with one hand. You’re an Intermediate-Royal ranked fighter. You really put up a good act by pretending as a weak little lady. Look at your face. To think an average woman like her could scratch your face to this state, your acting really is top tier.”

But then again, Jairo had a way of making people nervous without even trying. “Uhm…” Ann cleared her throat and forced a soft smile as everyone watched her. “I’m Annie, but my friends call me Ann. I’m based in America and I’m an actress. Leo’s friend.” Kara smiled warmly, “You have the accent,” she whispered. “I do?” Ann asked with a small laugh. Kara nodded and a few people around the table chuckled. Jairo, however, still watched Ann longer than she could tolerate before he finally looked away. He leaned toward Kara and whispered in her ear, “I made the stuffed sardines for you. Try it.”

I said to Ann. “Okay.” ~ “Really?” I chuckled at Ann’s words. “Yeah.” “Great to see you smile, Mr Anderson.” Ann and I raised our heads to see who it was that interrupted our conversation. “People think it’s rare to see you smile.” The masked lady added. “Who are you?” Ann frowned. “Mr. Anderson,” I stood up when I saw Mr Atkinson show up behind her. “Meet Emilia Gray, the Gray’s heiress.” “Nice to meet you, Miss.” I extended my hand for a shake, but she ignored it.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

But instead, I was met with the sight of Anne, her lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s playing jungle explorer.” Relief washed over me, so intense it almost felt like dizziness. “Anne! Thank goodness it’s you. I nearly had a heart attack.” I straightened up, brushing dirt off my breeches with a grimace. “What are you doing here?” “Same reason as you, I presume,” she said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. “To witness the grand exit of Annalisa du Wales.”

Suddenly, it was at my front. "Well if it isn't Pandora herself" The figure hissed. I stumbled a little before finally talking "You've gotten it wrong Mister. My name is Annalise and not Pandora" The figure hissed some more and pushed me against a wall "How could a soul more dangerous take refuge in such a pure body?" I don't know what's going on here but the heck?! "Excuse me Mr Spit-Alot. You're in my face and I'd like to breathe oxygen that doesn't smell like ass" I sassed.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."