Thou Art I Persona Novels & Stories

So, when he would unlock it, he would find this video. "Who do you think you are? You are a version of me. Soon you will disappear. And I will make sure that you never appear again. You are nothing less than a cold, serious copy of me. You know… whenever I touch Emma, I feel sparks of emotions going through my whole body. Pleasure and happiness. Do you know about these emotions? Let me guess,.....nooooo. Ch,Ch,Ch...….. you can't feel that mate bond's feeling with that human girl of yours. Because you are not a person. You are a personality. I have found my mate and you should stay away from her. Otherwise I could do the same to that human mate of yours". I also warned him.

Thorne said, "He had a high IQ and perfectly concealed the conflicts brought by multiple personalities. Just like me, I effortlessly avoided the contradictions and conflicts that multiple personalities might face." Thea seemed to understand but not fully. She sighed and said, "I feel like I'm too stupid in front of you. I can't even share these troubles with you." Thorne rubbed her head and said, "You made every one of my multiple personalities love you madly, you are a genius girl." Thea glanced at him and said, "You always love mindlessly praising me. Making me live in a world of flattery every day, thinking that I am the most outstanding woman in the world."

I fixed my posture and stared right into its eyes to look brave when the truth is, my knees are already shaking. "I am you. Don't you remember?" "W-what? I don't understand." I insisted. "I am you." He smiled again and approached me. "I am your desires, your wishes, your aspirations, and your inhibitions." "I am you, Damian." He added. "I'm confused." "Let's just say, every person has their own god, everyone is a slave of their own desires and aspirations, the stronger your desires are, the stronger your god will be." He answered while looking up as if thinking.

A long sigh escaped my lips before starting to sing one of my favorite songs. Snow isn't a person... She's a persona made to be someone what her readers want her to be... Snow isn't a human... She's a creative output built by her readers' imagination... Snow isn't real... She's just a dream, an escape for other people... Snow isn't perfect... She's just a perfect character built in her readers' mind... Snow is You... A persona, a creative output, a dream, an image, a character... But who is the real Snow?

“A deity’s wisdom and works are beyond the grasp of small minds. Perhaps, before you dare to question the goddess, you should re-evaluate yourself to realize that your existence is boxed inside what she allows. Every intellectual thought you think is your own happens because she designed you that way. You operate from inside the cube she built, with fine print that you can barely read to lead your life. So you’re not exactly in the position to question our creator.” “That’s got to burn.” Theo wet a finger on his tongue and touched Jason’s shoulder. “Tssss! Oooh, roasted,” he grinned, mischievously flashing his finger in a fake sizzle of pain. “Oh, fuck off.” Jason shoved the playful Gamma’s

Death spoke, her deep voice echoed. “Why do you look like me?” Layla asked. “No, dear. It is you who looks like me.” She spoke again. “Life and death go hand and hand, we were cut form the same cloth, Lobokuéra sy. I was just cut from the bottom where you were cut from the top. But I had been here long before you, or longer than this version of you. The name aducător de moarte, my name, was the first spoken and it will be the last.” aducător de moarte spoke.

Theia is one of my females now, she shall be defended and protected. Phobos possesses a different aura to him, power oozes out from every pore and he carries himself portraying his status above all. His feet bare he resembles a beast more than a male instilling fear in every wolf he trudges past. He need not ask, they make way for him.

' Speaking of the damnable thing, a question crossed Agatha's mind. "System, are you really the system, or just a part of it? I'm kind of confused because you said you are an AI."

I lunge. My hand wraps around its throat before it can say a word, slamming it into the wall hard enough to shake the picture frames. Thea screams my name, but it's distant—like an echo. Right now, there's only this thing. This impersonator. This abomination in her home. It gurgles something in a language no human should ever hear. I don't care. I punch through its chest. Not for the heart—no, it doesn’t have one. I go for the soul-core. That writhing little pit of silver rot buried beneath false ribs and vanity.

I want to ruin everyone who ruined me! But who am I kidding? My life is already slipping away in my very eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. To whoever is reading this, my name is Elodie Moonstone and this is a story of how I died. This is the end...