Novel & Cerita Annabeth Chase And Percy Jackson Fanfiction

She yanked her hand free from Elizabeth's grip and stepped back, maintaining a mocking distance. "You can't hold me down for too long," she whispered with a wicked glint in her eye. "You promised never to come back if I fulfilled your last request! You're clearly just like your mom, a gold-digging attention seeker!" Elizabeth said, intentionally trying to trigger her. Annabeth burst into laughter as she stepped further away from her. "Emotional blackmail? You can't beat me at what I do best." She taunted, her voice dripping with confidence. "I'm back for good, Sister," Annabeth declared as she picked up her bag and headed towards the door. She intentionally brushed her shoulder against Eliza

She finished. “Cliff will kill him,” Davis answered. “Oh, you’d rather he kill us?” Annabelle responded. “Belle, take a lap!” Rocco suggested. “But I don’t-!” “TAKE A LAP!!” the entire group chimed, and she groaned. Annabelle grumbled as she walked resistantly towards the exit. “This is so unfair!!” she muttered loudly. “We can hear you!” Rocco responded, his back to her. “I know!! I want you to!” she clicked her tongue loudly, then unzipped her worn-out purple jacket and stepped out into the night to partake in her run around the house.

From the ceiling dangles a waterfall crystal chandelier just above the flower pot. The dining environment is rather cheerful. The butlers and housemaids were serving breakfast as usual as father sat at the head of the table having a delightful conversation with mother, who sat next to him. Luke was about to bite the crimson apple, but Daniel grabbed it from him before he could do so. Jacob, shortly followed by Annabeth, entered the dining room. ***** Annabeth Olivia Knight. Daughter of Beta Jordan. Ever since we were little, she has been my closest friend. Annabeth, or Ann as we call her, has two brothers, Daniel and Jacob. Annabeth is the youngest of the group, followed by Jake and Daniel.

Athena's POV I wake up with a splitting headache, but the soft embrace of my Egyptian cotton duvet covers makes it bearable. Turning to my side, I spot Cassian lying on top of the covers, deeply engrossed in his sketchbook. He’s drawing something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of myself—my makeup, the clothes I passed out in last night. I peek under the covers and realize I’m no longer in last night’s clothes; instead, I’m wearing a comfortable shirt from my closet. I’m still in my underwear, which means Cassian must have helped me change without taking advantage of me while I was out cold.

He asked, his hand raised as if expecting a handshake, which he obviously ignored. "Not interested," I replied nonchalantly, and to avoid any interaction with him, I decided to swim to where Annie was swimming. "Why are you swimming alone?" I asked Annie. "Well, the others are busy, Jackson's friend," she replied. I was surprised that he knew the arrogant guy, and Annie probably read the expression on my face, so she decided to explain. "Jackson is Mr. and Mrs. Cruz's son; he's Annabeth's brother," she said. "Who are..." I was about to ask when the name suddenly popped into my head.

I’m in the wheelchair watching what seems to be an American drama about lost friends reconnecting in the future. I think. I dozed off a while ago. I didn’t sleep all night. And after seeing my enemy’s naked body in the shower, coupled with not sleeping all fucking night, my brain is a bit of a mess. Breakfast was nice, shockingly, and with my morning meds taken I don’t need Percy. My head turns just a little bit to where he’s perched on the floor, chin on his knee, typing furiously. I think I’m suffering from some brain damage. Percy is gorgeous. This I’ve always known, but I was unable to remove my eyes from him the moment he got naked in front of me. I learned that Percy and water mix so w

Confirm the extraction point. Eugene hesitated, then typed quickly: *The sacred clearing. During her first shift. Be ready.* Back in Lucious's quarters, Annabella arched against him, her body responding to his touch with an intensity that surprised them both. The Beta's daughter had always been reserved, even timid—a product of years spent trying to fade into the background. But tonight, with her wolf so close to the surface and Lucious's hands mapping every inch of her skin, something primal had awakened within her.

She knew exactly how to push him to the brink and pull him back, a divine dance of pleasure that only a goddess could perform. Her movements grew faster, her hand a blur as she stroked and sucked him, her other hand playing with her own clit, her moans muffled by his flesh. The sound of her wet, eager mouth was like a siren's call, driving him closer to the edge of madness. But just as the sensation of their bodies against each other built to a fevered pitch, the door to her chamber slammed open with a force that shattered the moment. Persephone’s head snapped toward the entrance, her eyes flashing with annoyance and sudden anger. There, standing in the doorway, was none other than Demeter.

“I just told you my truthful answer. I was out drinking blood.” “That’s it, I’m done. You’re grounded for two months. I have put up with this bullshit way too much, and entirely way too long,” said Annabeth. I looked at her as she looked at me. And in her eyes, I could almost sense that she knew what I was going through, which is weird because I don’t get the feeling that Annabeth was a Vampire, or half. She then rubbed her eyes the same time I went to prod deeper into her mind. I got angry again at her.

she said, smiling. “If he was yours, he would be mated to you, Hannah, but I became his mate. That means we were destined to be together, and there was no way I could control that,” I said, staring directly into Hannah’s eyes, my fist clenched at my side. “Oh, please get rid of that damn confidence on your face. Well, since you were not a complete woman, I have come to save your sorry ass, Annabeth, so you should be grateful to me,” she said, poking my chest before walking past me.