Persona 5 Woman Novels & Stories

COUNTRY A (HAMDAN’S FAMILY HOME). In one of the most lavishly furnished rooms, lied a petite woman endowed with a figure of a goddess. Though she was in her early fifties, she looked and had an air of the younger generation. She had a frown that marred her beauty as she looked at her phone. One could easily feel the killing intent in her sharp brown eyes.

I switch on while Will tinkers with his phone, then a few seconds later, an image opens up: recognisably Baxter, arm-in-arm with a woman. She's maybe five-six, medium build, figure good but not spectacular. The hair is mid-brown, straight and shoulder-length. Her face is largely hidden behind huge sunglasses, but what is visible is highly made-up: the lips a deep crimson, skin both high and low-lighted to emphasise the chin and cheekbones.

"Okay," she said, breaking the silence. "Who's next?" she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be. "It's our turn," one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Sofia. "But god, Lauren, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having small, perky ones like that." She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were much larger. Sofia was a Latina woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin. She had the Latina curves and wore a revealing witch costume.

Nari stood up and walked nimbly to the desk. "Wow! How come I didn't see that earlier!" Yuna whooped in delight, moving closer to Yuna. "Ugh, I believe in the Yoo's empire supremacy. How can a single woman be an expert in dancing, acting and modeling, excelling in all areas? She is so damn powerful!" Hana whispered, sandwiched between Nari and Yuna as she flipped the magazine's pages. "I know right! How could a woman be so perfect in her mid fifties? Her skin is goals! I don't think she has aged a bit since her first debut." Nari chipped in, sliding a finger up the beautiful woman's face in the magazine.

Elena thought. Entering the cab, the car drove off towards a direction. One hour later, the cab pulled up to a small bungalow. A ugly looking bungalow. Coming down from the car, the driver went to knock on the door which was opened immediately by an elderly woman who is between the age of 55 to 60 but if you stare at her well you will think she is younger than that. Thanking the cab driver, she faces the two girls and beckons them to come. Going to meet her as the cab driver took out their luggage.

It was a woman! To be precise, she was a woman with an extremely perfect body and who was wearing a black fitting outfit! She had shoulder-length hair, big eyes, a straight nose, and there were red streaks on her cheeks. Her eyes were sharp as she held two scimitars in her hands. She stood in front of the five people. Domineering! A wonder woman! Only those descriptions could fit her. The five people came back to their senses and were prepared to retaliate when a figure flashed before their eyes!

“Oh, I am so sick of this. Can you please get out so I can continue my makeover with the real Luna?” I heard footsteps and panic, quickly putting on the dress before she comes in and sees that I’ve just been listening in on them. Goddess, this dress was seriously so uncomfortable. I couldn’t even figure out how to move without possibly tripping. All of a sudden, the door swung open and I almost yelped in surprise. The woman, who was apparently Elinia the fifth, looked at me with a stunned expression. I think she was even close to crying. “I knew it. I just knew this really was the perfect dress for the Luna.”

“You’re not the Council.” The figure leaned back slightly. “No.” Ariana stepped into the doorway behind him. “And you’re not afraid we came together.” The figure turned then. Slowly. Deliberately. And for the first time— they saw her. Not fully older. Not weak. Not hidden. A woman in her early fifties. Sharp features. Eyes that carried recognition too quickly. Too personally. She stood. And smiled faintly—not warmly, but knowingly. “I was wondering when you would ignore instructions, Ariana.”

Chapter 56 "I'm sorry," cried the woman, whom he called Angela. The woman named Angela has a slender body, tall, fair skin with long wavy blonde hair. Aluna hastily got up and hugged the beautiful sharp-nosed woman. "Relax, everything will be fine, okay." Angela gently rubbed Aluna's back. "Aluna Welas, who is she?" asked the flat voice of a middle-aged woman, with a rather quirky make-up. Aluna Welas let go of her embrace and looked in the direction of the voice's master.

Magic sizzling in our hands, we waited, ready to unleash hell on the intruder. A solo form stepped out from behind a tree. A woman. She had short blond hair and was dressed in all black. Against her side, she clutched a motorcycle helmet. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked in a menacing tone. Did 5th Circle think they could throw us off balance by sending a woman? She casually gazed past us at the mansion. “Even knowing your location, you were not easy to find. But your ward needs some patching up. I made it through too easily.”