Persona Wild Cards Novels & Stories

In the evening she got another notice from the app, she already had 2 requests for her by Angel of Desire and if she wanted she would accept only them, but Jenna watched them her musculature, but decided to wait to see if others dared to ask her. Marck received the call from the Silver Wolf saying. "Hello Marck." "Hello Wolf." "Marck you must make your alias so you can choose who you like. I have Facebooked you your private link, create your alias and then you enter the site where you can search for who you want to have her for yourself." "Thanks Lobo."

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

Ingrate. "Welcome, Mr Harrell, it's amazing to have you here", she outstretched a hand expectantly. Before I could, Amara shook it. "Yeah, nice to meet you, I'm Mrs Sophie Sanders Harrell, you get the concept?", she explained. He almost laughed at her jealousy. Obviously, she had no idea how much he loved her and how he lived for her. The restaurant was dedicated to her, Sophie Sanders Harrell(SSH). It was her wedding present. He would let her know when they get married.

A wallet. He put it all back in except for the wallet, and thumbed through it with methodical precision. A New York driver's license, staten Island address. Annie Simon. Now he had a surname. He dug deeper. A library card. A membership in a Block buster video club. No credit card, no gas card , no bank card. He counted the cash in the billfold and cursed softly. No wonder she was driving on bald tires.

Piper has a big mouth and she knows she is doomed. _____________________________________ It's close to midnight when she decided for a midnight stroll, her mood doesn't get any better even after she sleeps. The night air is chilly with no one else taking a stroll in the street. Unlike her other siblings, She doesn't believe in ghosts and enjoys the night air by herself. She made a U-turn and came to see the huge glass building that is reserved only for the VIP that comes from the big city. She has always been curious about what kind of people stayed there but like every other time, she knew it's impossible to meet them unless-

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

In a dark room, the same news was telecasting. The person who was watching the news picked a picture from the table which was infront of him. The picture was of Zoya in which she was looking like a college girl with short hair, the person caresses Zoya's face.

She has been looking forward to this day and that is the day she will finally get to make a choice before her opponent will do. The viscount said nothing to her as he took her hands in his and headed for the car. The drive to the palace was a short one except for the car queue they met at the entrance gates of the palace. It was clearly stated on the card that before entering into the palace, you must show away your invitation card and also your title or position in the royal family.

" Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins. To my surprise, the door revealed a welcoming committee, arms laden with flowers. A venerable woman with silver locks, the clan's esteemed healer, approached and tenderly examined the children. "Praise be to the Moon Goddess. We are graced with the healthiest pups in a century," she said. Joyous cheers erupted as the clan showered me with gifts. Ethan, with a comforting arm around me, whispered, "Our people ho

Kiara froze, she asked as she checked the golden card with PG 21 engraved on it, "Are you for real?" PG 21 was Phantom's brand; he only invited selective guests to his show and the golden cards were super rare. She could not believe that Icarus managed to bag one of these. He wasn't even familiar with the glamour industry, so how did he manage to secure the invitation?