Novel & Cerita Persona Hermes

She is no doubt happy to see me. I mirrored her expression. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I am Kamara Hermes.” “Please call me, Nana. Your dress is beautiful. What brand is this?” She asked “I made it myself.” I beamed with pride. Isabella’s eyes shone brightly as she looked between me and Diego. “That is so amazing. I love raw talents like yours. I assure you have come to the right place. I am going to patronize you and have all my friends do that too.” She giggled like a child.

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”

Without even knowing, my hand left his sister’s hold and I took a fearful step back. “I’m highly disappointed in you, Hera,” he shook his head in dark disapproval. “I never expected this from you. You of all people should be helping me instead you’re going against me.” “Calm down, Hermes,” she said in a fearful, tearful attempt to calm him, but I doubted it would work. He was like a man possessed. Twice the devil he was. “I’m only doing this to help you. Everything I have been doing all while has only been to help you and nothing more. You can’t keep a pregnant woman hostage. You’ve got to stop with this madness…with this obsession you have with her. It’s never too late to make things right.

Hercules cursed “ OH MY GOD !! HERCULES !! ARE YOU REAL !! “, A woman said with awe like she had seen any god. She hugged Hercules tightly and kissed his cheeks. Hercules made an uncomfortable face and wiped her saliva from his face. “ Sorry, I didn’t recognize you !!! “, Hercules asked. “ Awww !! You have become a big boy !! You were so small when I saw you, you ran naked all over the house, you were such a naughty boy “, she teased him. “ I asked you something ?? “, Hercules asked rudely. “ Oh !! sorry to introduce myself, I am Parminder Bhalla but only for you it’s Pam “, she introduced herself while fixing her wig.

Hermes eyed me for a moment and pulled me closer in a comforting hug. "You should not be bothered about the impression people have about you," Hermes said. "Do you know how many people think I am evil?" I disconnected from the hug and looked into his dark eyes. Yes, Hermes looked like pure evil. Only his smile was enough to tell you the evil things that went on in his heart, and yet, he didn't care. He never cared what anyone thought. "You're the only one that matters Antonella," Hermes smiled. Before I knew what was going on, he had already pecked me on my forehead.

"I am not an animal! And I certainly don't taste like one." He puffed out his chest indignantly, his purple cloak billowing around him as he straightened to his full height. "If anything, I'm more like a rare delicacy - expensive and difficult to acquire." I blinked up at him, considering this carefully. "So... you are edible then? Just more special?" Hera rolled her eyes heavenward, letting out a long-suffering sigh that seemed to echo through the grand hall. "Difficult to acquire because you're impossible to deal with," she shot back at Hermes before turning her attention back to me, her expression growing gentle as she took my small hands in hers. Her skin was warm and soft, like sunlight

"Humans... still as weak and easy as I remember them to be." In a short body tight red dress exposing her left shoulder, her full bodied black hair matched her black heels. Her red lips glossy as ever and her eyes plastered on Casper who laid still on the floor. As she took careful graceful steps forward, one could call her beauty herself. Anyone except him. All he saw was a demon he couldn't wait to see dead. **Heralis.** "Poor kid, I was going to grant him his wish in return for bringing you out here."

What if they do not like us? What if they think that I am not fit for a Princess? Pfft! Yeah right. I am Alexandra something. Who would not like me? Probably everyone, but that is beside the point. I came out of my mental pep talk when two people enter the room. They looked old but they did not have wrinkles. They did not look grumpy and at least they were good looking. I mentally shrugged and gave them both a once over. The woman had on a white dress that ended above her knees, with white pumps. While the man wore a black V neck, a pair of washed out jeans and an all-black leather boots.

Not until he tugged at the drawstrings of his joggers, the fabric sliding loose down his hip, showing off black boxer briefs beneath. My breath caught as my gaze dragged downward. I froze. What… the fuck… I blinked. My jaw dropped but no words came out. That wasn’t real. That couldn’t be real. He hadn’t even taken off his pants. But the outline. The outline. Obscenely staring back at me proudly. I tried to push myself back with weak, shaking hands. “What… what is that?” Hermes stilled, then tilted his head as if I’d just asked what the moon was. “That?” he followed my gaze, “Oh that. That's yours.”

I turn, unable to stop myself. There, a woman stands in a dazzling, short red dress, barely reaching her upper thighs. Her hair is blood-red, cut short in a bob, and her lips are painted the same color, emphasizing her pale, milky skin. Her eyes are an unnaturally bright shade of emerald green, and almost hypnotizing. To put it plainly, she is stunning. "Of course you did, Aphrodite." Hera's voice is sharper than I've heard it before, coated thickly in faux-sweetness. "You've always been very interested in what Hecate is up to, haven't you? I'm sure not knowing these past three years would have killed you, had you not been immortal."