Persona Hermes Novels & Stories

After all, he might have done the damage to that lady already. ~~~ “It was fair maiden who stood up for us. Brave and careless of her life.” Romeo narrated. “A maiden ye say?” The help exclaimed with disbelief written across her face. Old as she was, she cannot be sure if what Romeo was telling was true. Hermes, ruthless and violent as his reputation. No one would want to fight with him. “In case ye ask, she does not have any idea who Hermes is. She seemed from the tribe faraway from the capital.”

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

11 he said over her shoulder as she admired the piece. Hermes was like a messenger of the Gods, he was able to travel between all realms and get word from one side to the other without being trapped like the other souls. He was in good graces with everyone, he didn’t pick sides, and he was perfectly content being the middle man for all eternity. “Hermes?” She asked and as if on cue, he appeared. A medium-sized man with short, curly blonde hair and a round face, he carried a golden staff with small wings on the top12.

"Look at those sketches and tell me what you see." Saira looked down at the sketches and her heart rate picked up. There was a woman who looked exactly like her and she was dressed in a full royal regalia and the man looked exactly like Ethan, it was ridiculous. "Who... Who are these people? Why... do they look like... us?" She breathed. "Look at the last sketch." He said. Saira dropped the two other sketches and she stumbled backwards when she saw another man who was Daniel's doppelganger. Her hands shook and the sketch fell from her fingers.

He projected an air of generosity, as if he had done Renee a massive favor. Renee chuckled. "Herman, even if I don't mind, it doesn't mean I'll cooperate with you. I don't believe this was just a misunderstanding. And as for the Hermes bag? I'm not exactly in need of one." She was on the verge of expressing her indifference towards Herman's wealth. She wanted him to fuck off. “Don't act all high and mighty. You're telling me you don't appreciate a Hermes bag worth over a hundred thousand dollars?" Herman retorted, his face quickly reddening with frustration. "I'll even throw in a BMW X5. You should act smart.”

"Hi! I am Hans Peralta, and that woman who just stood up for a phone call is my girlfriend, Mira." He said and held out his palm. I accepted his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you." I told Hans. He nodded and smiled at me in response. "Finally! You and Mira already have a label." Hermione told Hans with a smile. He also smiled back and returned his attention to me. "He is a designer too, Fleur. Have you ever heard of Harper's Collection?" Hermione asked me. I bobbed and smiled in reply. I know his collections, too, even though it's mainly for men. And I also heard that Hans Peralta is a Filipino.

Two pictures side by side. Hermes, and a woman with long, flowing red hair and a smile that could melt cameras. My breath catches. My vision blurs. Even if that woman is older now, there’s no mistaking her. The same red-haired girl in that photo — the one kissing Hermes’s cheek. The same girl Hermes had called nobody. Shit.

Lima was about to get up from the couch but Amara held her hand to stop her. "Grandma please, stop making excuses, I want to know about her." She requests pointing to the huge photo of the mysterious lady who looked exactly like her sending strange vibes. Lima sighs sending a silent prayer to God to protect her unsullied grand daughter and started her narration as usual in the most interesting way. Princess Veronica was the second born to the King Achilles who ruled the ancient land of Hamster. With big black eyes and long hair she was a beauty since her childhood but unlike most of the woman she did not want to embrace the tenderness of a female attributed to her.

Guests moved with confidence, laughing softly, talking as if the world had always favored them. Among all of that, the Vexler family looked small. Sarah could feel it from the way Madam Vexler walked slightly faster than usual, the overly trained smile on her face, and the cautious look in her eyes. This was not just an honorary invitation. This was an event of flattery, gaining favor, and making sure the Vexler name was still worthy of being mentioned among the elite. “That is Madam Hana Hermes,” Madam Vexler whispered with a tone of respect that almost sounded nervous. She immediately stepped forward, with Ronan and Sarah following.

James declared,still not believing the talkative was actually the person his brother made him promise to hire. "Oh,no! Mister,you can't do that," she replied sympathetically. He was taken aback as he narrowed his eyes to look at her. He was in need of a Personal Assistant. But how could he hire her? A talkative? That's a bad habit. Although she was qualified, based on her credentials, but he can't just hire someone who will want to take control over him. "I'm begging you. I so much need this job. My welfare and that of my family depend on it,please. You forgave me already, why are you still angry? Please, re forgive me," she begged,almost in tears.