Persona Chie Satonaka Novels & Stories

I sat up and dipped my feet in the water. "Why so sad, Goddess?" I still wasn't used to being referred to that way. "I'm just reflecting on some of my actions lately, contemplating how things might have gone differently. Who are you?" "I'm a friend of Nero's. He's been off on whatever it is his family sent him to do. My name is Kita." He sat across form me. His black hair was a stark contrast to his pale skin, making his green eyes stand out even more. "Nice to meet you, I guess. Surely you already know my name."

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

"If you don't mind, I'm free on Fridays. I don't mind helping you decipher the book." "Well, I did find something while skimming through the pictures," Satake said, garnering my attention. "What might that be?" "Names were scribbled on a page. Chase and Tora. Those were the names of my parents. Do you think..." God no. I knew where this was going. I had almost forgotten the names were in the book. Of course, he would have a billion questions. Questions I had no answers to. I found my throat constrict as Satake continued to speak. I hated this. For once, I had thought this was going to be a normal interaction with another man. A typical coffee date but like many times, I was wrong. The only d

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“Pft!” Even Kaze could not hold back his laughter. Collier was amusing at times. “You bastard!” Senji was infuriated by Collier’s words, but he was on a mission to retrieve someone important, so he suppressed his erupting anger and said coldly, “Anzu Okita has another name here in Arcadia—Samantha Oakland. “She might be an Arcadian but the martial artists here are all show and no power, charlatans if you may. She studied under a famous teacher in Ryokan and was given a new name.”

Instead, a woman sat, sipping a martini, her black dress clinging to her curves, her glossy hair cascading in waves. She was gorgeous—high cheekbones, full lips, an aura that screamed power and sex appeal. She was Japanese, like Kaito. Her dark eyes locked on me with familiarity. Which was weird cause I know I've never met her before. “Oh, you must be the Lisa,” she said, her voice smooth and lightly accented. Her smile more smirk than warm. She stood, offering a manicured hand, her nails were blood-red. “I’m Hana Tanaka.” Confusion slammed into me harder. Tanaka—Kaito’s surname. My stomach twisted, a sick dread rising.

“Romantic debt?” After listening to Vera’s sentiments, Emmett suddenly remembered something and spoke up, “Miss, I have the impression that the current head of the Ito family is also a girl, and her age shouldn’t be too far off from Sophie. Her name is Ito Nanako.” “It’s also a girl?” Vera could not help but wonder in shock, “What’s going on these days? Is it popular for girls to be the head of the family? Could it be that she is also connected to Charlie in some way?”

“A new member of our marketing team at the company.” Sakura leaned forward and offered her hand. Noah took it and said, “Hi.” “Hi,” Sakura said. “I hope you like it at the office. And I hope Nicolas isn’t too hard on you, you know, working you to the bone,” she whispered. “He’s a workaholic, just like the rest of the family. Well, except for Tristan and Logan.” Another female approached them. The moment Noah saw her, he knew she was Japanese, and she was damn hot. She looked like a supermodel.