Persona Hermes Novels & Stories

Hermes chuckled and nodded. "Do you have names, or do I just call you guards?" he asked, squatting down in front of them. He didn't care about anyone else at that moment. The pups weren't like anyone else he had ever met, and it was refreshing. "I'm Polly, and my sister is Trisha. That's our dad, Alpha Gunnar, and our mom, Luna Bianca. The big man there and the pretty woman are the head warriors, Omar and Alani." Polly finished the introductions, and Hermes smiled at her.

“Or… has he been here before?” “Hermes is not a person, Araceli,” Sonia muttered. “It’s the name of a fashion brand. A brand that produces clothing, footwear, and sometimes accessories. We have a lot of brands like that nowadays.” “Oh.” My mouth formed an O as she explained, embarrassment clawing under my skin. I closed my eyes tightly and groaned in frustration. “Take her to every brand store you can find in New York City,” Matvei ordered, his voice loud enough to make my heart jump.

Jessica’s eyes ran over the man as Kai said that to her, taking his features in, the black hair and noticeable white hair mixed together being slicked back, and the ever familiar brown eyes that the whole family seemed to just share together. The man’s genes seemed to be strong, Jessica thought as she noticed how strikingly comparable the man was to Kai’s mother. Maude was an explicable spit out version of him. That is, if you want to include the arrogance as well. “Hermès Armani.” Kai continued. Oh! Jessica might have not recognized the name ‘Chadwick’ but the name ‘Hermes’. That name she knew! “So i just got myself entangled with a rich pack huh?.” Jessica muttered realizing how drasticall

Unlike a lot of men, he didn't mind doing the work. "Look how excited you are." Hermes shook his head and sipped from his beer. He needed something milder. Spirit always had a way of messing him up, so he chose the beer for the night. "So, what exactly are we looking for here?" Jorginho switchd to the seat beside Markris. "The blonde?" He pointed over to a flirting shamelessly with the bartender. "Why does she look like Ariana?" Markris squeezed his face. "Speaking for Ariana," Hermes suddenly said, and they turned their attention to him. "Did you know she quit?" He asked, looking between the two.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

That's actually when I moved back in with my mother, when I lost Daniella it broke me down and I didn't want to do anything, not even get out of bed. Oh I should probably intorduce myself, my name is Annette ,I am part of the Neptune Moon Pack, its a nod to the God Triton I assume since we are right by a sea. I am 22 with shoulder length auburn hair, my eyes are a hazel color, i think, I'm not really sure they tend to change colors and theres a hue of orange in one eye, most people would assume my eyes are green though. I have pale skin with freckles and I am pretty short, 5'3 to be exact, I am strong but also have curves, I have always been a curvier woman, not super thin but most the guys

Jeremy let out a triumphant chuckle. "Hello, Ariande Stathom here..." "Yeah. You might have to talk sense into one of your employees over here. I'm offering double for the newest Hermés Birkin, what do you say?" The woman was blinking restlessly. "Here, have it." I handed the phone to her. Chloe was even more disturbed, I was pleased I was on the verge of smiting her pride. "Yes, yes sir...but...okay sir." She gave the phone back to me. Jeremy collected it from me.

This question is like asking a chef if they are familiar with pots and pans, it's simply stupid! She pursed her lips and said, "It's alright." "Do you know about the brand Herseor's cosmetics? Are they good?" The makeup artist thought she was being verbose, but still said, "Herseor is a top makeup brand created by CC, a renowned makeup artist. It is not sold publicly and only accepts private customization. I saw it when I was an apprentice at a famous actress's place before. The makeup effect is particularly good, and it is the most skin-friendly makeup I have ever seen."

She asks. "It's Hera Herman," She looks at me and then types something on her computer. "No Hera Herman in this list. Sorry," She said. "This can't be true. I called yesterday and I asked about the position," I said to her. She must be mislook. My name has to be there. "Sorry, miss. You just called but you didn't send your resume to us. Besides, you are pregnant. I don't think you are capable to work here," "How dare you say that! I used to be the personal assistant for Alexa Johnson. She is a fashion designer and I am a professional!"

"She looks like she is destined for greatness." The goddess wore a long white tunic, but it was woven of gauzy stuff dyed with the colors of the sunset. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty and desire. Persephone could smell her rosy perfume in her lungs and she almost felt enchanted by it. Though her eyes were dazzled by Aphrodite's peerless beauty, she could almost see the look of subtle envy in the goddess' smile. Then she was greeted by Hermes - the messenger of the gods, lord of thieves and travelers, master who could move freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine. He kissed her swiftly on the cheek, causing her face to form a maiden's blush.