Persona Wild Cards Novels & Stories

Lancaster, Veronica, I believe you know her. -Yes, Mr. Fischer, I know Lancaster. Amanda, that's what her name was, the woman I spent the night with. Actually, I'm interested. How many people have a signed, uh, contract with her? -At the moment, none, however, women have, the privilege of having up to four contracts, when it is officially vip. - If that's the case, then I buy all four contracts, can I? -Actually, Mr. Wilson, this would be the first time, that something like this has happened. But, there's no, there's no regulation that prevents it.

No Zara. Zane opened the door two inches. “Speak.” The man looked at my legs, then my knuckle, then Zane’s scars. “Good show. Messy. Valuable. I run a private card across town. I want the Faceless Alpha and the plus size mate as a set. One night. One room. One purse that makes your hospital look like pocket change.” “No,” Zane said. The man kept smiling. “I have not named the number.” “You named my woman like a pair of tickets,” Zane said. “The answer is no.”

Silas joked. My mate unwrapped herself from me, before bowing her head. “Prince Kieran.” “Hello Azuela! I see you’ve met your mate,” Kieran smiled. Even her name is beautiful. “Uh, what’s going on here?” I asked. “You must be Prince Angelo Del Gadio. My name is Angelina Wisteria, Silas’ mate. You know Kieran, and this is his mate Dahlia McCormick, a werewolf,” she hinted. She is exceptionally beautiful; not as beautiful as Azuela, but beautiful nonetheless.

Park stated straightforwardly without the slightest hesitation. The room instantly fell silent. “Ethan and I will most likely be having a double wedding soon.” Complete shock spread across every media representative’s face as all eyes immediately landed on the infamous and highly influential executive assistant of CEO Ethan DelValle—Mr. Pete Santana. Pete, who was widely known for his cold professionalism and intimidating presence, remained quietly seated beside Park while enduring the overwhelming attention directed toward him. “That will be all,” Lucas announced before standing from his seat. “Thank you, everyone, for coming today.”

“I’m just joking! Don’t worry, even if you’re forgetful, you don’t look old yet. In fact, you’re the most gorgeous man I know. Piolo Pascual has nothing on you. And when it comes to international actors, I think you even outshine Eric Dane. Gosh, they’re both so handsome…” Lexie whispered the last part, but Ram clearly heard it. She burst out laughing when she saw his furrowed brows as he looked at her. “Of course, you’re still the most handsome! You wouldn’t let them beat you, right? You’re Ram Jordan!” She said, laughing. “You can go with them if you want, I won’t mind.”

“Are you so sure about how my boss is and the things she wants? I mean, as far as I know Mrs. Valladolid likes to look into the people who are going to become her neighbors.” “I know what I have to do: your boss is an important woman, she wants to do business, she has two children who are not really children, she’s capable to pay for this,” Zein pointed at the ranch, “your boss is going to take care of the things she has to do to build her empire here. I know what I have to know and the most important… her last name is important in the business field. Alice Muriel, her son is Marcos Muriel and her daughter?”

the short man leered at the top of my breasts that were slightly exposed. My father’s name is Pete Haley by the way. “Nor did he tell me he had a short bald lawyer with a staring problem,” I smirked at the man although my insides were boiling with anger. I hate perverse men so much, the reason I am still a twenty-three years old virgin. The man scowled and finally met my eyes, “Here, sign this.” He barked in a surprisingly deep voice as he slid some paperwork to me. “Sign what? You haven’t even told me why you contacted me? What the hell do you want from me?” I snapped at the annoying man.

Emma asked and Rowen nod his head. "The one that insulted me?" Emma asked again. "Yeah, he's not a troublesome person, he just like fighting for his friends" Rowen said. "I understand" Emma replied with a smile. "So back to what you wanna discuss with me" Rowen said with a smile. "Yeah, I need advice, thou, I know what I want but I want to hear from you" Emma said. "Okay, I'm listening" Rowen replied and nod his head. "There's one guy, Stanley Wilson, I've been dieing to partner with him, and I have the chance now but there's a Condition" Emma said.

I spoke before lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. The lady’s eyes never left mine as she took another step closer. Her expression remained unreadable and when she stopped an arm’s length from where I sat on the desk, she took in a deep breath. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” She asked. “Well, I know you’re not a spy and you’re not here for Rachel either. Who are you?” “My name is Latricia, Declan’s… ex-fiancee.”

“We show these to Walsh. Someone slips, we catch them.” I agreed. But I also knew this was only the beginning. Morning brought bad news. “Three clients got anonymous warnings,” Caroline reported. “Two cancelled.” My stomach sank. “And the third?” “Roberto’s staying. Sandra too. But they’re… afraid.” By lunch, three more cancelled. By evening — eleven clients left. “He’s isolating us,” I said. “Legally. Carefully. We can’t trace it.” Maya’s jaw locked. “Then we pivot. We find clients he won’t notice. People who hate him enough not to care.”