Annabeth Chase Percy Jackson Kiss Novels & Stories

Athena Sebastian's weight pressed me onto the bed, his lips assaulting my neck, then moving to my chest. His fingers laid a gentle caress trailed along my waist before he swiftly pulled off my tank top. Our mouths collided in a heated, passionate kiss, igniting an undeniable and irresistible desire that consumed us both. The enigmatic power of our connection left us breathless, trapped in the throes of an electrifying longing. Breaking the kiss, he looked me in the eye, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Zeus replied “Go ahead, Anya” “Oh my God, I love you so much Zeus” Anya stood up and rushed over to Zeus, she landed a peck on his lips and went back to sit. Chloe and Mark gazed at Hazel and gulped hard at her patience, Chloe extended her hands to Hazel and held her under the table. Hazel felt her heart was going to rip at that moment, she had been trying her best to not think about what was happening, and with the help of Chloe, it’s been going well but what was that public affection for?

It felt like a promise, a secret shared just between us. “I’ll text you the moment I get home,” I promised, my words a husky vow. Acting on an impulse I didn't try to curb, I stepped forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. I held it a second too long, breathing in the sweet, comforting scent of her vanilla shampoo. I felt her still beneath my touch, her breath catching in her throat. She wasn't just holding still; she was holding her breath, as frozen in the moment as I was.

She swayed toward him, her hand pressing lightly against his chest. Luke tilted her chin and kissed her slow at first, testing, savoring. Abigail’s lips parted, answering him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The kiss deepened, no longer gentle but consuming, as though all the hunger they had restrained now broke free. He pulled her closer, his palm splaying against the small of her back. Her robe slipped slightly, exposing one shoulder to the cool air. Luke’s mouth trailed from her lips to the curve of her jaw, down to her throat. Abigail gasped softly, tilting her head back, her hands gripping his arms for balance.

As they were talking, Sylvester locked eyes with Anabel and leaned forward. Anabel knew what was coming and closed her eyes. Soon, she felt his lips softly brushing against hers. Anabel responded to the kiss, feeling the rush of affection. It was a romantic one. He held the back of her head and began to deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

This was karma finally playing its role and giving my cousin the treatment she deserved. “Alpha Alexander, you called?” She smiled at Alpha Alexander, then directed the smile to me. “Wait…what’s…” I was interrupted in my inquisition by the most shocking sight ever. My heart had been broken and shattered more than it ever had in my entire life. While still holding my chin, Alpha Alexander was kissing Athena. They had their tongues buried in each other’s mouths; Alpha Alexander’s other hand rested on Athena’s thigh, gently grabbing a hand full through the dress.

Annabeth continues, mirth in her voice, “take this man to be your husband and your Alpha? To love him, to hold him, to cherish him until your death and beyond?” “Oh, I do,” I say, unable to help myself as I take two steps forward and close the distance between me and Victor, making him laugh and take me in his arms. “I do, I do, completely, yes, I do,” and then I raise my face to his, and he lowers his to mine, and he kisses me. The crowd applauds, laughing and whistling, and I can hear Annabeth chuckling and closing her book, realizing that her final line about kissing your bride is not necessary.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

he whispered, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of the girl who had slapped Sarah. ​"Ready," I said, my voice as flat as a dial tone. ​I didn't just walk with him; I leaned into him. As we passed through the main hallway, I let him tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. When we reached the center of the foyer—right where the "Ghost" usually stood in the shadows—I stopped. ​I turned to Jax, reached up, and pulled his face down to mine. ​The kiss was performative. It was loud. It was a public execution of whatever people thought I felt for the scholarship kid. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar silhouette leaning against a locker.

I should— But I didn’t. I just stood there for a second, looking at him. His face was calm, like none of this affected him. Unlike me. Everything inside me felt messy. Loud. Confused. And before I could stop myself… I leaned in. And I kissed him. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t even perfect. But it happened. And for a moment… I didn’t think about Ethan. I didn’t think about anything. Just that one second.