Persona Hermes Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, what?” “You heard me the first time,” Santiago sounded indifferent, almost curt. “I know you’re probably wondering how many times I must’ve hit on her, given how lovely she looks and all. But I can categorically state that Isabella Mercedes is officially into women.” Lola shook her head. She had so many questions. “Mercedes?” Santiago nodded, still fixed on his book. “Yup. I don’t know if that’s her real name, and I couldn’t care less.”

I liked it. Just as I reached for my second sip of champagne, I felt a hand slide down my arm. I recoiled on instinct, my whole body snapping back like a coiled wire. I turned, my mouth already parting with a snappy, “Do not touch me—” before I managed to rein it in and rearrange my expression into something less… homicidal. “Oh,” I said instead, deadpan. “Hermes. What a surprise.” Standing there, grinning like I was a raffle prize he just won, was Hermes Samson. He was sixty-something, always wore some awful cologne that smelled like burnt cinnamon and cigars, and talked like every woman under forty was a delicate flower blooming just for him.

Wasn't he deliberately making her embarrassed? Tang Tang was shocked. "Really?" Yang Xiao nodded. "It's not a secret. We'll find out on the Internet." Many people immediately took out their mobile phones to search, and as expected, they found a clue. Han Cuiping would not admit that the Hermes she had earned by shaking the bed was an A-class item. She said with a cold face, "Nonsense! Do you think you are a Hermes major? Do you think A-class products are A-class products? How can you, a mud man, see the sewing curve of Hermes?"