Persona 5 Figure Ann Novels & Stories

Eight years ago, my father was undefeated. I stood in front of it with my coat pulled closed and my phone in my hand. Someone texted a message… on the screen were two photographs side by side. The first was a brunette woman named Anna. She has a round face, quick eyes, and a large smile that engulfed her mouth. She had been Zaria's personal assistant for three years. More than that, she was the person Renzo called when he needed something handled without fuss. Probably something from Zaria… I was certain of it.

This included Anna. After the translator translated Victor's words, some were shocked, some were enraged, and some gasped. Their expressions were varied and dramatic. Naturally, the most enraged were the five people protecting the royal. One of them suddenly attacked Victor. However, before Victor even made a move, Anna already grabbed this person by the throat and fiercely pinned him to the ground. Anna was no saint. She was a ninja, and her body had also been enhanced by a mech. She was the strongest person there apart from Victor.

That meant it wasn’t my business, so I turned back to the book, hoping something would jump out at me. “Miss Leda?” Mathias broke through again. “Leda, please Mathias.” “Leda, I’m Annalise.” The honey-blonde woman beamed at me. Hair tied back in a long braid, and pulled over her left shoulder. She had on a dark grey gown. It was a very pretty satin-like material but the colour reminded me of the guards’ uniforms. “Oh.” I looked questioningly at Mathias. “Hello, nice to meet you” I stood to meet her extended hand and shook it. How very formal; she had a firm handshake and I got the impression she was very no nonsense.

Every nerve in my body is waiting, anticipating. Then I feel it. That pull. That unmistakable presence. I stiffen, my eyes zeroing in on a figure in the far corner of the arena. He’s not close enough for me to see his face, but I know it’s him. “Found him,” I mutter under my breath, eyes locked on the shadowed figure. Legion follows my gaze, his expression hardening. “That’s him?” “Yeah.” My voice is a low growl. “That’s him.”

He gestured towards the door as she gritted her teeth ignoring him. "What's she doing here?" She asked as before Azhan could say anything Meera spoke up. "I am also the partner of this advertisement campaign and she, Ana I mean Annabelle Swift is the model of this campaign." She said with a challenging smirk on her face as everybody in the room was looking at her. Glancing one last time at Azhan she exited the room. "Annabelle Swift..." She said to herself. "Her nickname is Ana." She suddenly remembered the tattoo on his chest as rage surged through her form thinking of Annabelle could be the reason for that tatt

As soon as her fingers touched the smooth flat silver surface, it lit up like a Xmas tree. On the dashboard, another screen came up beneath the first, and what looked like faces started flashing by. It stopped what seemed like two minutes later, and there was a picture of a very young girl there. She couldn't be more than five or six. "Roxanna Carmichael. Age twenty-three." Mancini's voice intoned as the rest of us grew silent.

Annika is a lady with a head full of ideas. She is witty, intelligent with an outgoing personality. She can easily talk to people, is definitely not shy and very clever. There’s one quality she always inherited from her old boss, that she is a people-skilled person. Despite the fact she never finished college owing to poverty, she manages to land a job she likes. She hopes to complete tourism and eventually work as a flight attendant one day, but sometimes life can be unfair.

CHAPTER 1 Anne Del Rios is a regular employee of one of the most popular men’s summer wear. She is a supervisor. Aside from that, she is beautiful, sexy, tall, slender body, sociable, humorous and above all nice when it comes to sales. She has been at work for four years and when he was only three months in the company, she immediately became regular due to her high sales. She is known throughout the department as the “Tsunami Walk” because she seems to be participating in a beauty contest when she walks. It was once mistaken for Carmen Soo- a famous Malaysian actress and model. She looks like the Carmen Soo actress. Because she is friendly and funny, she is almost known in the whole departm

Suddenly I heard my phone ringing; I checked, and it was Annika. Annika Romanov, my best friend. A World-Famous Supermodel. Russian. She is one of the few people who actually impressed me with her skills; otherwise, I wouldn't be tolerating her nonchalant personality. Don't want to say it, but she is kind of a bitch. Exactly my copy. Love her to death. As I pull into the penthouse parking lot, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I kill the engine, and the music fades away, leaving only the sound of the wind rustling through my hair. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill my lungs.

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.