Persona Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

"I'll repeat. What the fuck?" "It's a fan account," Sabrina explained. "I told you I have guy and girl fans, right? Well, I don't know who it is, but someone has decided to start this account and is roleplaying as... well, as you? But it's actually more from the perspective of your penis. Look at the first few posts."

Jordan groaned, giving her the fucking she craved and in his head he imagined the look on Jordan's face when his eighteen-year-old friend saw that he had conquered a woman on par with Faith' perfection to add to their freshly started p**n-themed Onlyfans. Damn, he was fucking a gold mine and he was desperate to mine it! "AHHHH! YES! Ahhh! AHHHH!" she groaned, her cunt quivering around him, and although she was close, she had to put her foot down to the p**n fantasy that Jordan was conducting. "Ahhhhh! I'm your whore, but you can't make me do p**n!" Faith moaned and her words did the unthinkable, it made him completely unhinged.

His eyes are almost closed, and I can smell the alcohol pouring from his pores. “You bitch”, he hisses as he pulls me into the open door on the side. I look back, and no one is looking at me. I feel my heartbeat strongly against my chest. I pull away from him, but he smacks me across the face. I let out a loud gasp as my flowers fall, and my hand rests on my face where he slaps me, and I can feel blood streaming from my lip. Paul presses me against the closed door behind us as his eyes burn on mine. “You are such a slut”, he says as his hands start moving down my legs, and I start to fight him off. I am not the same girl I was ten years ago.

“What? No!” “I thought we were being honest.” “We are and I am and I never did that with him, I swear.” “Then where did that come from?” “It had always been a fantasy of mine and today I read more about it online while you were out with Daniel and I thought it was hot, Cainan, that’s it.” She could finally go through the rest of the document Anita sent while he was out and after finishing, she sent them back and the next hour that passed, she dedicated it to searching the internet. She read more about her fantasy and everything she needed to know before he got back home.

she said between giggles, “don’t ruin the fantasy. The entire school thinks you’ve got this secret hot older boyfriend who’s obsessed with you. You could own the halls right now if you just played along.” Yeah, no. I’m not playing along to THAT rumor. “Nope. Not doing that. That’s weird as fuck thing to say, Kiara” Liam leaned against a nearby locker, resting his chin on his palm like a gossip columnist savoring drama. “Kiara’s right. People are obsessed. You’re basically living out a fanfic everyone wishes was theirs. Do you know how many people are jealous of you right now?” I stared at both of them, completely dumbfounded.

A wry smile ghosted over those bee-stung lips as she reached over and patted my hand lightly. "Just promise you'll preserve my innocently lurid hopefulness to cast myself as your official smutty memoirist, yeah? I want to immortalize every chaste yet tantalizing exchange of longing glances and heated psychoanalyzing over character motivations for posterity's sake!" My withering look only made her smirk broaden fractionally. "What? This entire convoluted 'fake beaux' scenario is simply too delicious to approach with anything other than saccharine glee, darling!" Reluctantly, the first faint prickling of rueful amusement needled through my steadily calcifying dread over Jane's decree.

I’d deleted the account ages back. Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. “How the hell–” “Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier. “I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.” I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

[Wren, pay me back. She saw my comment on the big screen and hurriedly said, “I’ll pay you back. I’ll repay you ten times! Aran, can you answer my call? I want to apologize to you in person. I promise I’ll never lie to you again…” I sent another comment. [Wren, I’d rather you were really a poor girl in debt, washing dishes every day.] Wren froze in front of the camera. Then someone in the comments said, [Did you see that? He wants you to wash dishes.

Note: Some chapters are not suitable for readers under 18 years old. An explicit scene can be read. [R18] Daniel is the epitome of a badass police officer. Every girl he dated fell head over heels in love with him. His closest friend’s brat sister, who is 12 years younger than him, is the only one who can tame him. But he is not the only man who fantasizes about her. He married her to ensure she was his, and she couldn’t say no. Marriage, however, is not the key that will unlock her heart to him. To win his wife’s affection, he’ll do everything. It’s all or nothing.