Persona Wild Cards Novels & Stories

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

He murmurs his account number and I key in the information he’s given on my computer. “Now can I have your full name, please?” I say, sounding businesslike. “It’s Shawn Mendes.” I stop abruptly. I cock my eyebrows. “Oh?” He laughs. “Nah. It’s Peter Carl WakaWaka,” “Eh eh?” “Huh?” He sounds so confused. I slump on my chair. “Nothing. Well, Mr. WakaWaka, you have $1 on your account.” “Damn.” “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

It'd be a wild ride, scoring cash while driving them wild with pleasure—now that sounds like a party worth crashing! Without wasting a second, I dove straight into my computer and scoured sites looking for gigs as a gigolo. I stumbled upon a website that caught my eye: elitesex.com. It promised a wild experience where both the gigolos and the women flaunt sexy masks during their escapades, keeping their identities under wraps. I mean, who wouldn't want to get it on anonymously, right? Apparently, even some high-profile government officials and celebs are in on the action!

Clack. Darren dropped the exclusive card onto the glass table between them with a sharp, definitive tap. "Take this," Darren ordered, his eyes locked onto Clarissa’s disheveled features, which were still mapped with the dried tracks of last night's tears. "This is my personal access card, linked directly to our secondary corporate accounts. Its limit is non-existent. You can buy anything you desire on this earth—from private jets to diamond jewelry in Paris, to the entire luxury fashion house of your rival that you've been dying to crush."

It renewed her determination: to earn enough money so she could provide her son, Milo, with a life of freedom—freedom to choose whichever restaurant he liked without having to worry about the size of his wallet. Wilda ordered for both of them, then took a sip of her expensive wine and leaned in, her piercing gaze fixed on Alessia. ‘So, tell me, did Jeramy ask you to get ad sponsorship from Wilde Enterprises?’ Alessia nodded. ‘Yeah, he did.’ Wilda’s expression turned thoughtful. ‘You know, I have a history with Wilde Enterprises. They’re the biggest deal in Veridian, and their reputation is untouchable. They wouldn’t want anything to do with a tabloid like BuzzBeat, at least not the old BuzzB

Her way of making sure no one tried to change their cards when I called out my answers. After reading what I had chosen, Elise was the only person who held up her hand when Aunt Carla asked who had missed less than three. She won this huge junk food basket, which Mina didn’t seem too happy about. We played one more game until Aunt Carla suggested that I open the gifts before we all ate.

With one ring, the call was connected and without waiting for his response, directly raised a question, “Mark, How long you will take to come back home? I’m waiting for you.” “Hello, it’s Kitty, not Mr. Mark,” Hearing a lady's voice from another side, her face frowned, “Hello, this is Mark’s phone. How are you?” She directly questioned. To which the lady responds with a polite tone, “I’m the personal assistant of Mr. Mark. He is now in a meeting please call later.” “Meeting?” Her brows arched with doubt. At this late at night which meeting could be going on? She started to doubt.

The man with the raven hair looked up from his desk and met my gaze directly, holding it for a few seconds before I squinted my eyes at him. "Aderyn Brookes," he spoke up. I was taken aback, wondering how he knew my name. I had only recently started using my real name, and as far as I could recall, I had only shared it with Blake and Cole just a few minutes ago. "How do you know my name?" I asked, my confusion evident in my tone. "Your card says Nicolle Taylor, pretty interesting," he said, placing my fake ID card on the table in front of me. I let out a huff of frustration. "Well, I gave you options. Which one would you choose? Both might be fake. One might be real," I challenged him, hopin

"That's gotta be Delta, a special case. When I or Gamma want to use Beta with powers, we transfer some of our powers to an empty body, Delta, and let Beta take control and a character trait of the one who gave the power is also transferred to Beta. Earlier I gave Delta enough power to summon a golem but not enough to defeat it for example. "Wonderful, simply wonderful..." "Not exactly. As I said, each persona has its own mind. The problem is we can have different opinions, for example, you didn't make a pact with Anesidora, you made a pact with 'Sigma', but maybe Gamma wouldn't want that, maybe Beta would be too scared, oh but don't worry, since they didn't react, that means that they agree.