Persona Fic Novels & Stories

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.

"Correct, Player, as a forgetful person once said, dark and light power, the creation magic affect directly a person's mind. In our case, for a better understanding of light magic, we needed a proper saint body, someone with a human heart, a noble person, and which one of our personas corresponds?" Midgard lowered her gaze, her head feeling heavier. She had lost count of how many times she thought about a way to complete this segment of the system, and she had finally got an answer from the most unexpected person. "Don't cry with joy now, I'm still curious about one thing: now that you know how to bring us to our peak, are you ready to do it? Knowing the consequences on our personas?" The fl

Male Accent Tall Cruel Early/Mid Twenties I look at the list and sigh angrily. This really narrows it down to a couple million people. But what really bothers me is that Cash fits three of those decriptors. Suddeny I have an idea and without another thought I am grabbing my phone and punching in the numbers typed on the card in my hand. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Aria Piper from earlier. I am not sure if you remember me-”

Plus he unexpectedly has a F******k account. Is he still alive somewhere? I browse his F******k profile. His name is Eric Peter Marcus. He resides in the same town. And he works in a coffee shop. He also plays the piano, which makes me think he is talented. And that’s it. I think he is a private type of person. What I learned about him is he lives nearby and he is a barista. There’s not much in here. Except there are some photos of him with an older woman and a little girl.

Fei confessed. “Him? Does *Him* has a name?” Lady Nor asked “He said I should keep his identity hidden or else the master would get mad at us for having an affair under his nose” “Then he must be so ugly and unattractive” Lady Nor said, confusing both ladies who were there in the kitchen with her. “Ma?” “Who doesn’t want to be seen with such a pretty lady like you? You should end it with him, he doesn’t deserve you”

Yeah, it is. My full name is Perer Ford. Read that well. Perer Ford. And I am a crazy teen who likes to have a lot of fun. Even though I may not fit your perfect description of a perfect teenager or a boy with a six pack and a broad chest, I bet I can easily fit into your world, but I will leave that for you to decide because I firmly believe that every human has a right to their own opinion.

"Look! It's dangerous here. We'll look for her, so find yourself someplace safe outside!" Jiezel immediately searched her pouch and fetched her cellphone, showing a picture of Diane from a random conference. "T-This is her," she gulped, "Um, she's wearing a red nightgown that falls past her feet, body tight. And she's very, very beautiful. You'll notice her instantly. Her hair - her hair is loose, reaching down to her--" "Hey, hey," Stan shook Jiezel and rubbed her shoulders, shushing her softly. She didn't realize she was talking so fast. She nodded her head to herself, wiping her tears and breathing deeply.

"So you're Wendy's boyfriend? The one with a tiny wiener?" He brushed some wet hair off her collar like he'd done it a million times before. "What are you doing here? My personal training sessions are expensive, you know. You think a leech like you can afford it?" "Personal training? What kind of personal training involves getting your lower bodies tangled up together?" I whipped out my phone and shoved the Live Photo in their faces. Wendy went white as a sheet. Not because she felt guilty, but because she was enraged that she got caught.

My voice cracked. "What a weird name," someone said in the class and everyone laughed. Tasha learned over to whisper something over to Charlote. Charlote turned her face to look at me and shoved me an evil smirk. Charlote is blunt, dry and less talkative gang member. She is the one with less word but more action. The most scared of in school. She has that piercing aura in her. That I still don't get even now. I heard that her mother is an influencer that left her dad for a rich guy. Sorry for the gossip but I think that says alot about her. He father is a developing boxing couch. She lives with her uncle, which is her mother's brother. And rumor has it that her uncle got his wealth from brib

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some