Persona 5 Woman Novels & Stories

Slate's POV---- I looked back down the stairs searching for the woman who smelled like cedar and honeysuckle. "We have to keep our distance for awhile until we can get them alone to explain to them what is happening," Minerva whispered beside me. I glanced at her to see a smile plastered on her face but eyes searching for her mate. I took another look across the bottom floor when I caught the eye of a beautiful human. She had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She had a simple lavender dress that hugged all of her curves just right. "Mate," said Erebus.

Pilar's shop came into view. I stepped inside. A beautiful blonde woman was trying on a blue dress that matched her eyes. Pilar adjusted the hem, her back to me. A few other customers browsed the racks. Two workers moved between them, helping. Before I could say anything, a short woman with a pinched face and expensive jewellery stomped over to me. Her perfume was cloying. "You," she said. "You are the Omega. The one everyone whispers about."

these were the last words of the woman who was betrothed to the fool. Pepe had seen the anime like characters of the women in this world as even the peasants in the streets could match the sexiest models in his past. But when he had first seen this woman, all thoughts of propriety went out the window. She was akin to a goddess in the fairy tales and was the most beautiful female Pepe had ever seen in his life to date. Venus. That was her name. She was about five foot seven and every inch of her body was simply made to entice the species of men.

While again I am here not out of personal choice, my perspective is to just finish this so that I can go back on duty. "Cassandra Porsse?" I rise from the chair I had been sitting in for almost twenty minutes when a tall woman calls me. "That's me," I admit nervously. With a small, genuine smile, the woman tucks a piece of her toffee blonde hair that fell from her messy bun behind her ear and extends her hand. Her clothes are sleek and professional. A huge contrast to the colorful Lorraine, she wears a black conservative two-piece suit. The skirt is knee-length, then the rest of her legs are covered with near skin-colored hosiery and black suede heels.

A bright smile illuminates her face as soon as she recognizes him. "How are you, Martha?" Christopher asks cheerfully, trying to mask his seriousness. The woman seems to be in her late fifties with slight wrinkles on her face. She has short dark brown hair on her petite figure. Wearing a knee-length bright blue dress and having those cute glasses over her nose, she looks greatly charming compared to any other lady of her age would be.

“I really need to pee. Could someone please come and help me?” Pausing in silence, I begin to feel deflated only for someone to answer me back. “Someone will be right there” before the call ended. A couple seconds later, an older woman enters. Appearing to be mid-50’s, short, maybe 5’4 - 5’5 max. She was of average build and her brown hair had streaks of gray all while pulled neatly into a bun behind her head. Her face littered with freckles and the biggest smile ever.

Elera's POV The fifth woman didn’t introduce herself. She sat very still in a corner chair, staring at nothing. She had pale skin, dark hair, and looked utterly vacant. “That’s Anastasia,” Caroline said quietly. “She’s been here three years. She doesn’t speak much anymore.” I felt sick looking at her. At all of them. This was my future. What I’d become if I stayed here long enough. “Sit down,” Caroline said, not unkindly. “I’ll explain how things work here.”

That woman began to walk up but Davis stopped her to move further. Porishma looked at that woman again and observed her features. Her eyes were like an ocean, long slender neck and hands, slim body that held perfect curves in short Perfection. That woman was the epitome of perfection. Suddenly that woman looked at Porishma and asked her, "Who are you?". Davis's holds were tightened on Porishma's waist. "I am-", Porishma was about to introduce herself but that woman cut off her and responded with an evil smirk, "Oh wait I know who you are?".

The luminesce seeping through from the window slightly ajar from her left side. She appeared to be more on her late 50’s, but she looks more older than her age. A glasses on her eyes told how the woman were dealing with some problems on her sight. Her teeth yellowish, and she is sweating, although the AC is already turned on. The whether is humid. The beads of sweat on her forehead evidently shown. “Not yet, Cara.” A younger version of her responded. It is a woman at the age of 20. “But she promise to pay yesterday? I couldn’t recall knowing her and Adam, they don’t pay exactly.”