Persona Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It was all my fault! I was blind! I lost my mind! I hurt you, Kendall—I wronged you! “But we dated for five years. Five whole years. Have you really forgotten? Do you not have even a shred of feeling left? “I have nowhere to go now. If you just give me a place to stay—just somewhere to exist—I won’t ask anything else of you. I’ll do anything for you!” He pleaded over and over. People passing by started to glance our way with curiosity. I was about to call security. “No need for that,” said a voice. A black sedan had pulled up. Conrad stepped out, impeccably dressed, and walked toward me. When Charlie saw him, he immediately stopped and his face twisted with hatred.

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

Sharp eyes. A maid's uniform. Yet something about her immediately felt wrong. Like an actress playing a role she hadn't fully memorized. She curtsied gracefully. "Lady Seraphina Grey." Elian froze. The name triggered an old memory. A side character. Minor enough that most readers forgot about her. But Adrian remembered. Because the fandom had spent years creating theories about Seraphina Grey. And none of them had ever reached a conclusion. "I've been assigned to assist Your Highness during your confinement."

I sat in my room that evening with my phone glowing in the dark, reading things about myself that weren't true, written by people who'd never once spoken to me, and something in my chest cracked open wider with every scroll. I needed someone. I needed the one person who'd talked me through every disaster this show had thrown at me since day one. Me: did you see it Him: i saw it Me: It's everywhere. They're saying I used Ethan's scholarship as some kind of scheme. They're saying the whole relationship is fake Him: I figured something like this was coming eventually I stared at that line for a long moment. Me: wait, what do you mean you figured it was coming

Even if he's a billionaire and I'm technically his fiancée, maybe it was wrong of me to steal his card. "From Jenna." Sofia leans her back up against the bar, looking to be on the prowl for some lucky gentleman. "She's really into EDM, so she'll regret missing this girls' night to hang with some guy." A light creeps through the opening of my purse, and I don't need to look to know who it is. I don't know how many more messages there are, but I'm determined to ignore them. “You could just turn it off," Sofia says, her eyes trailing an older man who walks by. Her shoulders drop when she sees a petite blonde girl following his tracks, their hands interlocked as they barrel through the crowded w

“That's why rich, mysterious men like Andrew Ashford always have weird sexual preferences. Preferences that either make you take to your heels and run for the hills screaming or have your eyes roll so far back you see your own brain stem. I'm just saying—ceiling mirrors? That man is probably into watching himself do push-ups while you’re asleep. Or worse.” I laughed—loud enough that I darted a quick glance at the door, half expecting Andrew to walk in mid-sentence. Coast clear. “You're such a lewd devil. Stop. Before I have to explain to Andrew why my best friend is trying to turn our relationship into Fifty Shades fanfiction.” I told her. Delilah cackled.

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

She doesn't care to ask how I feel. "Trent Aston!" She squeals. "I'm Pepper. But you can call me P! I'm a huge fan of yours. I follow you on I*******m and I've liked every picture you've ever posted! I also have your red 66 jerseys! When I grow up, I want to be a wag. Your wag!" Pepper is weird! And she's embarrassing me. He chuckles." I like you already, P. " "Well, everybody likes me. Except for my mom and my exes... "

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

They will rape Nadya in their minds. I am Nadya's husband. Only I can enjoy her beauty. After that, they will make Nadya as character of (y/n) in an erotic fanfiction on Pattpad. I've seen fanfiction they made about me, and it's disgusting. "Erwin, look. You are trending in switter."