Novel & Cerita Everyone Thinks Percy Is A God Fanfiction

Goddess Persephone said softly, “I used to think that I was the loneliest person in the world, the most pitiable person in the world but father and son; he put in a lot of effort. For the first time we feel that our most trivial emotions are so important to someone; so I accepted to stay, wholeheartedly. I understand that Hector in your heart is also very important, you and him have experienced life and death together, facing so many things in this world; so I have those special feelings too. However, Hector's mission and mine are different, I can't stubbornly keep him to myself. Forget about Hector and go back to hell, this is where you really belong.” “I am a loner. I have lived a meaningl

"I wasn't really sure when Hades told me about Greene being a demigod. Does Rick Riordan know that you guys exist? Oh oh, wait, is he a demigod too? Maybe a child of Athena. How can I be so oblivious? " "A DEMIGOD" "Is Percy Jackson real too?!?! Oh YES, YES, YES. Hey wait, then I would have to get rid of Annabeth. Oh no, no, no, I like her too." "Eyes on the prize Elie, eyes on the prize." I chanted shaking Will by the shoulder like a cola can. "A DEMIGOD!!" "But what about Annabeth? Shut up heart, and start thinking brain. I will tie them all up, have Nico be put into a t-shirt saying I love sunny beaches.

“Oh my God. What are we going to do? We can’t go to the council. We have no proof. Not even a name. Just paper and ink. They’ll laugh at us.” “He’s smarter than we thought,” I said slowly. Percy sat on the bed, eyes wide, shoulders shaking. “He’s mad. Elena, he’s gone mad. What if he’s watching us right now?” I blinked. “Don’t say that.” “It’s true! He’s out there, hiding, sending letters, knowing we can’t do anything about it. Oh my God. Oh my God. He’s never going to stop,” “Percy,” I said.

My face flushed at his sentence, “You flatter me Lucas, but you are the one who looks damn fine in that silk wear, nothing stands out more,” I said averting the attention from myself. “Thank you but your plan isn’t going to work.” He whispered twirling me in and out of his arm, “I see the way Percy looks at you, and from what I can see that is the eye of a man who doesn’t like to joke with those he holds in high esteem.” I snorted at Lucas words. High esteem, of course not. Percy didn’t think that highly of me instead he sees me as the woman he’s tied to.

"Let's be honest," Mindy sneered. "You just want to sleep with her, right? Fine, here's your chance. Consider your wish granted. Go ahead and get it out of your system—let's see how she tricks you after that." As a woman herself, Mindy knew exactly how to handle someone like Diana. Once Percy slept with her, the obsession would fade. But Percy suddenly rushed toward the bedroom, shoved Mindy aside, and shouted, "Don't talk about her like that! What we have is real. I'd never force her!"

As of now, everyone was going at the same pace. They were at the same level and it would be a matter of time a battle might break out between them to fight for the relic. They fear it, not wanting to fight not only their beloved, who would want to hurt their lovers and friends? “Oh, I did it, it was wrong but when he was literally flirting with an enemy then no one was speaking anything? Claps to all of your hypocrisy.” Persephone mocked, laughing scornfully at everyone.

he murmured. Percy on the other hand was seen in his office. His hand is on his forehead, slightly punching it by fist. He can't focus his attention at work because of the conversation he had with Ezekiel. "Feelings? Does he think that I am a fan of that shit? I am freaking busy with my life! What feelings was he talking about? Tsh." Percy murmured.

The faint tilt of his mouth whenever he catches me staring is proof enough. Thank the goddess for Percy. Where Arlo is wildfire, Percy is water. Cool, steady, impossible not to lean into. I tell myself to keep my walls up, that trust is a luxury I can’t afford, not after Soren and Alec both gutted me in their own ways. But solitude isn’t in my nature. Sitting beside Percy feels like exhaling after holding my breath too long. Of course, people notice. Whispers crawl in our wake, warriors trade worried glances. Tension ratchets tighter every day, though I can’t fathom why. Friendships across gender are common here. So why is mine with Percy treated like a looming catastrophe?

Percy yelled at his friend. "Um, no way. It doesn't work like that. You're not laying a finger on her again. I'm personally taking her back home, and our friendship is over. I'm not striking a deal with someone so unhinged," thankfully, Miraculous declared, clapping his hands to emphasize that he wouldn't entertain Percy's madness. "Why would you risk anything for her? She's from a pack. Do you know what people from packs are like?" The same Percy who claimed he wouldn't judge me and allowed others to embrace me was now trying to paint me as a villain to his friend.

He said with his eyes closed like he was falling asleep beside me, his head leaned back against the couch. His words hit me hard, causing my chest to tighten a bit. He was definitely worming his way into my heart. I could feel the walls being crushed down by his charm and good guy vibes. I didn't realize he was like this, but judging from what Zerena told me about her favorite memory, Percy seems like a good guy. 'Like I said. He has a pure heart.' Fane surfaced again. 'Yup, a rapist with a heart of gold. Got it.'