Persona 5 Figure Ann Novels & Stories

Aria's POV My breath quickened, staring at the colorful girl and the dark guy in her front. “Ouuuuu….you found her!!!” “What a beautiful creature” The colorful girl smirked, staring at me in the forehead. It was weird but I didn't want to know why. “What now Anna?” A bored voice followed as she came in. It was the gothic one,on luxurious boots. There was a flash in her eyes as she stared at me. I clearly saw it and it looked scary. “Well.. I'm Annabelle,this is Riley and Jordan” Annabelle jumped and clapped in delight. She looked fun,gothic had a dark demeanor while Riley was just….

He froze, looking up slowly. Standing there was the nightmare of the Crimson Nest: the fifth-ranked assassin in the underworld. Ariana Greene a.k.a Smile. One of the highest ranked members. She was twenty-seven years old, blond, and possessed a smile so radiant it made people forget she was capable of ending a life without blinking. It was her weapon. “You…?” Antler’s jaw dropped. Her short blond hair was flowing flawlessly, a teasing smirk etched on her thick lips while a blue gaze observed the depressed man.

With my experience! How old could this beauty even be? She looks no older than twenty-five, but considering she has quite a grown son, maybe she’s a bit older. Ann has a very clean, doll-like face and long hair tied in a high ponytail, which makes her look even younger. She’s wearing a light summer dress just above the knee, but those long, slender legs are impossible not to notice, even if she’s in sneakers. However, the brunette’s breasts drew particular attention. They’re so appetizing and full… as if some miracle surgeon contributed his share to this beautiful creation. I hope that’s not just push-up from the bra, but her natural volume. I’d bury my face in them and run my tongue between

Standing at the wall was Anna. Anna was calm. She leaned with one shoulder against the wall. Her hands played with a gun. Her hair was messy. She wore an orange jumpsuit that looked like it had once been a prison uniform. Her face had a strange look. She had the small, cold smile of someone who had been planning this for a long time.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Connor said. Russo shrugged just as a small noise drew their attention. On the landing, at the top floor was Annah. She was dressed in a simple yellow gown and her jet black hair was tied in a loose ponytail. Her face was free and bare of makeup and in his life, Connor had never seen anyone as beautiful as she was. "Annah…" he said, quietly.

"My lady... I'm here to pick up a document." Anna's heart dropped, as if her spirit leaving her body as she realised that the voice was not Erwin's, but an unknown male voice. She quickly turned around and saw a stranger in a military uniform. Unfortunately, she had nothing to cover hernaked body. "Who are you?" asked Anna. "Jean Gardier, my lady."

She stood up and walked closer to the old lady. The old lady smiled at her. “I am Senior Helga, the head maid of the royal house. The Alpha sent me,” she said. Alpha? Hearing this word made Emily’s heart skip a beat, and shivers ran down her spine, which confused her. “The A-Alpha? Why? “He wants me to make sure that you are prepared for tonight,” Senior Helga said. Emily’s eyes widened as confusion faded in. ‘Are we going to do it? Is he going to claim me tonight?’ she wondered.

The man held his cards close; he’d practically invented the art of controlled power. After what felt like an eternity but could only have been a few minutes, a tall, slender woman with a blonde bun appeared, her eyes assessing yet polite. She introduced herself as Andre’s personal assistant and, with a professional nod, gestured for Annabelle to follow her. They made their way to the elevators, the assistant remaining silent as they rose swiftly to the eighth floor.

My feet thud on the ground and I almost smirk at the look some of these people are giving me, I'm wearing some black leather pants, black boots, a black shirt tucked in, and my black leather jacket. My hair is wrapped into a ponytail and I probably look like some of these villains out of a W*****d story. I smirk at them and enter the elevator and press the PH among the button and watch as the door goes up to the penthouse. The elevator door alerts me of my arrival, and again Joe and His colleagues are here. “Ah look who it is, Joe” His eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything “I'm here to see your boas, Josiah”