Persona 5: The Phantom X Romance Novels & Stories

I did, and would do, nothing. "Emily!" Luna snapped, disbelief and irritation written allover her face. "You can't just sit here and allow your ass of a father to sign away a good portion of your life over to some complete stranger. Who is he?! Who's the scumbag he's planning to hand you over to?" I repressed the urge to twist my hair around my finger so tightly my head would hurt, a stupid nervous habit. "Castello," I supplied. "CASTELLO?!" Luna yelled, visibly hyperventilating. "BUT HE'S, LIKE, TWICE YOUR F*CKING AGE OR SOMETHING!"

If my body is not enough to pay off the debt, I'll repay you with the rest of my life. Darren, however, refused to let her go and said in a low voice, "Hannah, have you forgotten about my reward?" Hannah opened her mouth to speak, but Darren seized the opportunity to kiss her again. He was stealing her breath domineeringly, not allowing her to say more. "One time." He said in a deep voice, full of restraint, "You still owe me one time." This man was someone dealing with contracts worth hundreds of millions without blinking on a daily basis. But he was unwilling to let go of the rewards promised by Hannah and refused to relent in his pursuit of kisses.

he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest. Rage walked forward, his movements graceful, and bowed, one knee touching the ground. He kissed my hand, his lips gentle, and remained in this position as he began to explain. "There were twenty of us in total," he said, his voice low and husky. "We served her every desire, catering to her every whim. We lavished attention on her, licking and sucking her entire body, worshipping her with our mouths and hands." He paused, his eyes locked on mine as if seeking permission to continue. Niklaus nodded, his expression intrigued, and Rage went on, his words painting a vivid picture of the mating protocol on Xanthea.

I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear what he has to say—whether he’s still with me or already halfway out the door. “I’ll talk to him,” I say, my voice steadier now. “Good,” Xander replies, standing up and giving me a reassuring smile. “Just... don’t punch him, okay?” I manage a small smile. “No promises. He is an arrogant ass.” He chuckles. “I bet he is,” he shrugs and opens his mouth to say something, but his phone starts ringing. “How’s the preparation going, Romeo?” He asks after answering the call, and I know that it’s Dante.

“What are you meant to be then, my love?” I brought my face closer to his, our lips a whisper away. “A Queen,” I whispered as Weather unleashed her aura. The full force of it slammed into Xander as he stumbled back a few steps, his eyes so wide all the whites were showing. My scent carried to him and I watched his lips as he whispered “mate”. The moment our eyes locked, the bond slammed into place. It was so powerful it sucked the air from my lungs, making the ground beneath me tremble. I was hit with such a strong need and desire to run into his arms and sink my teeth into his skin, marking him as mine.

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

"My parents only talk to me about my weight or my career. Your dad only talks to me about the package. You're the only person who actually knows me. And you won't even look at me." She reached out and touched my cheek. I knew I should pull away. I knew this wasn't right. But the room was tilting, and I felt so tired of fighting everyone. "Chloe, don't," I said, but it came out weak. "Just for a minute," she breathed. "Just pretend. Pretend there’s no Jax. Pretend we’re just two people who aren't broken." She leaned in. I could feel her breath on my lips. She leaned forward and kissed me.

it shouted. That gesture was not random. Felix had used the simplest soul attack technique from the Phaeron Codex while intentionally weakening his soul energy. After all, Xena had warned against instant kills, as the Phantoms' arrival served to gather information. This was his only option. The Phantom staggered in circles, clutching its head before collapsing. Though it appeared unharmed, its soul was destroyed, and it was now dead. The three mouths dissipated, revealing a blonde middle-aged man.

as Xavier's Shamma. Thank you guys and much love❤