Persona Fic Novels & Stories

@GossipGoddess: “He’s never been spotted with a woman before. Ever.” @BillionaireWatch: “She’s clearly pregnant.” @SocietySnitch: “My cousin saw them arguing in Milan last month. #SoftLaunchFails” I groan into my pillow. I’m not pregnant, and I’ve never been to Milan. Let’s see what Instaglam has to say. There are over 900 DMs. Some are congratulatory. Some are... colourful. One just says “Liar.”

He looked undeniably pissed, like we’d had a history. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said. “It won’t happen again.” He said nothing. “I brought several profiles that might interest you,” I continued, holding up the folder. “Based on my observations, they match your kind of personality.” “The likes of Cecilia Lau...” “My personality?” he interrupted. He lowered the camera onto the railing and looked at me for several long seconds. “Tell me,” he continued, walking toward me. My eyes followed every move, anxious about where this was going.

I laughed slightly, “I’m not much of a club person. I’m only here because she asked me to be.” He smiled as if he understood what I meant. I wasn’t sure if he could understand my reasoning but then he shocked me even more. “I’m not much of a party person either. In fact I'm more of a homebody.” That was quite interesting considering he was a public figure, which required him to be social and always out at parties. He looked at me with a smile then said, “I’m sorry. How rude of me. I’m Jayce and you are?” He extended his hand and waited patiently for me to respond. I smiled then extended my hand and said, “Alexa Pharis.” “Alexa, that’s a beautiful, unique name.”

Completing her statement look. I'm definitely sticking out like a sore thumb yet this woman could pull off even a silly outfit like this and still look like a goddess. Though I haven't seen one to compare. History always messes up the details anyway. The woman's right hand flew to her mouth in realization which also startled Ava. "You're the-" She wasn't able to finish what she's about to say when Ava scratched her nape and nodded. Then hesitantly smiled. "I'm Cindy, nice to meet you?" Her brows furrowed while waiting for her response.

-=Ram's Point of View=- She replied, "Nothing; however, someone called your private line, identifying herself as Atilla; when I told her you weren't available, she hung up." I tried to recall if I knew anyone by that name, but I couldn't think of anyone with that name, so I was guessing it might be some random girls I hooked up with before Janine. It also occurred to me that it could be the prostitute, but I recalled that the pimp told me her name was Jocelyn and not Atilla, so I decided to disregard the possibility.

I created The profile in seventh grade and I have never had a reason to change or edit except the age with the passing years. My real life personality was Penelope. Anti social, book worm and always having nothing to say about a situation. I loved mathematics and physics and would always ace my tests and exams. She gave no fuck about what people said to her or said about her. She only cared about her family and Mason and her pet dog. My fake profile life was Wendy.She was a mess. She was that dumb ass girl that almost all men hated because she had no boobs and ass and she loved naughty conversations.

"None taken. By the same guy who got us a table at Enigma a month back." I hum, trying to recall his name. It's hard to keep up with the men around a girl like Sofia. She has lots of admirers, many of whom are nearly twice her age. "Marco. That's right." Her face contorts at the sound of his name. "You know, he's not all that great, if I'm being honest. He's too handsy—even for my tastes—and his breath smells god-awful half the time. But there are so many people here to network with, so many intelligent minds."

Lucas quickly turned his head, pretending to adjust his new hairstyle. Lily didn't notice that her actions had made Lucas blush, and his heart was beating fast. Because, when Lucas' agent packaged him, she gave him three persona choices: - High emotional intelligence and good social skills, - Simple and straightforward, or - Suffering from emotional cleanliness disorder. Lucas, without hesitation, chose the third one: Suffering from emotional cleanliness disorder. Because this persona was most similar to Bianca, he thought that choosing this would bring him closer to Bianca. After establishing this persona, his agent had strict rules for him:

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

Marcus tilted his head, “Just been an extra in some movies… She’s working on her portfolio.” My eyes moved to Triston, trying to see what my answer should even be. Triston replied, “Well, everyone has to start.” He pointed behind him, “Come on, let’s sit.” Marcus had taken the seat in front of me, Triston at my side. His hand rested on my thigh, my body freezing at the touch. Rosy had come in, placing a drink in front of everyone. My own seems like a non-alcoholic version of it. I pulled it up, sipping slowly. “So Marcus, tell us about her? You only ever mentioned she was an actress. How long have you known her?” Marcus brightened at the sound of being able to talk about her.