Persona 5: The Phantom X Romance Novels & Stories

She could not believe that her display at the moment did not speak well or rather wanted to run away. "Since Miss Phoenix does not know where the person I am asking for is currently living I don't see a reason why I should not take my leave," Omarion says, turning around but she was shocked to see a hand wrapped around his waist. "You are not going to leave me hanging like this….I need you…I need you inside of me…I need you badly, Omarion," Phoenix says tightening her hands around Omarion's waist and making sure he was able to feel her bare breast so his desires can be triggered.

Wolf throws my phone at his Beta, who plucks it from the air with ease. I can’t watch Fletcher scroll through the messages, a growl leaving his lips, only getting louder the more he reads. “I’ll skin the bastard alive.” Damon joins him, taking the phone from his hands, his anger mixing with the other males in the room. The acidic taste from their energy is so heavy, I can barely swallow. Letting my feet guide me, I walk over to Xander, burying my face in his chest, inhaling his scent and trying not to let the exhaustion consume me. My desire to be next to him is getting more intense by the day.

As close as I can have him, my desire and lust for him never fully satiated. The moment I get a taste, it not enough and I am not sure it ever will be. Xander pummels into me, his growl rumbling in his chest. I match his pace, and that’s all it takes for my name to break past his lips, as we tumble into the void together. Our breaths maniac, trying to even out, both of us experiencing the others’ ecstasy as it flows freely through the bond.

Jaxon complimented. " I only try. Who is the pretty lady?" Xavier's eyes are on Roxanne now. "This is Roxanne, she's my uh publicity manager and my date for tonight." Xavier's eyes lit up. Roxanne was just the definition of beauty. There was a glint in his eyes. Jaxon knew that glint. He recognized it. It was in John's eyes, in the men's eyes at the diner, in the tour guide's eyes, even in Cynthia's eyes and in the eyes of every breathing male present and even in his eyes. That glint of want.

United by their bond, they must resist the allure of the illusion while embracing their romantic connections. Xienma's eyes met Xavier's, and in that moment, they knew that their love for one another was stronger than any illusion. Xavier's hand found Cassie's, their fingers intertwining as they stood together, their hearts beating as one. Cassie's eyes filled with determination, her voice steady and resolute. "We will not be tempted apart," she said, her voice echoing through the forest. "Our bond is stronger than any illusion, and our love for one another is the key to unlocking the power we need to confront Drax."

“Knox, more. I need you inside me. Not your fingers. YOU. All of you. Please. I need to feel you so deep there’s no room for anyone else.” Phantom goes feral. My cock is throbbing, aching, blood rushing in a frenzy, leaking at the tip against her thigh, and I have been fighting the beast and fighting my body since the moment I touched her. The fight is OVER because she said please and she said deep and she said no room for anyone else and I am only a man and she is the thing that unmakes me. I lift her against me. Her legs lock around my waist and her hand reaches between us and wraps around my cock and the touch of her fingers on me nearly ends it right there.

Lorena Athenarose Ganlasa, also known as Lory, is a talkative and clumsy woman who unexpectedly encounters a familiar yet mysterious man, Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, an ex-military captain and the head of the Italian-Russian Mafia known as La Nera Bratva, one of the most feared crime syndicates. Phoenix is a close friend of Dark Smith and a notorious sniper. He is aloof, timid, and dangerous.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

I had secretly taken it after Ximena killed her. It really was not a dream. The system and Ximena were real. I immediately started calling for the system again. This time, it responded. [Ding. Congratulations on successfully completing the Devoting mission. Target Ximena's affection has reached 100%. ] [Since the host did not respond within three seconds, the system has automatically chosen to bring the target into the real world. She has been stored in your inventory. Please check and claim her.] [The next Devoting mission will begin soon. Please be prepared.]

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.