Hermes X Percy Novels & Stories

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Kai smirked. “What do you mean? Xerxes has no weakness.” His eyes remain on her as she shyly curled her fingers in the long lose strands and looked at him through her lashes. Kai felt his pants tightening. Beautiful and seductive. Just like hai type. Blonde hair and blonde freckles upon skin that was as white as a new page. “He has. Find me information on Lucien Alora.”

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

asked Larissa. Bonnie pointed at the name on the bag's strap. "It has Katt's name on it. Do you still want to argue it's not fake? When did Hermes ever sell bags with engraved names? It's a blatant knockoff!" Katt looked confused. She trusted that Larissa wouldn't have given her a knockoff. However, It was common knowledge that Hermes, especially the exclusive Himalaya series, was exceedingly rare and difficult to obtain, much less with a personalized engraving.

I didn’t like what I feel because I was already admiring this man whom I didn’t know of and about. I sipped from my sparkling glass again, still without the intent to speak with this stranger. “I never thought I’d see you here again, Xerra,” he said suddenly. In the corner of my eye, I saw him look at me. As the gentle breeze blew, his out of this world unique spicy sent reached to my nostrils. Never had I smelled someone like him. It was kind of… stimulating my senses. Okay, that was weird again.

"W-What do I have to do to make you like me? What does Cheryl have that I don't have?" Probably, the first reason is that her family is rich like Elthon. Besides, she's smart and beautiful... but am I beautiful too? The only thing I don't have is that I don't come from a rich family. "You don't need to do anything Nicole because no matter what you do, I won't like you for my son and especially don't dream of being like Cheryl, because a poor girl like you should always be in the ground. Know your place, Nicole, you don't belong to rich people like us."

Hearing that, Xyris unconsciously tugged the corner of her clothes in anticipation. Xanthus blushed slightly. Despite his aggressiveness when fighting Dark Occult, he was only but a young chap in his twenties. “Thank you for helping us in fighting Dark Occult, both Brother Tyr and you, Sister Xyris. They are a bunch of maniacs, though. Please be careful.” “I will.” Xyris nodded. “This is for you, Sister Xyris.” Xanthus suddenly took a pendant off his neck. It was an amber pendant, with a heart-shaped leaf enclosed within.

× Trix × Hermes is completely distracted by his women. Scratch that, he is distracted by the flock of giggling, preening admirers that cling to his every word. It’s borderline pathetic, but he’s basking in the attention like a king on his throne. His weaknesses are so blatantly obvious, and it’s almost laughable. If this is what keeps him complacent and entertained, I’m tempted to encourage it. Still, watching their conversation feels like some kind of medieval torture. Each giggle, each flirtatious touch to his arm, drags this interaction out longer than it has any right to be.

Restoring The Veil Implementing Hermes's Idea Summer POV After Hermes expresses his dissatisfaction, he goes on to explain everything in full detail. The elders know that they, in fact, all of us werewolves, have not taken Hermes seriously at all. However, the reminder has awoken everyone. Indeed we have been undermining the god of trickery. He looks so young and irresponsible but the truth is he is older than even all the elder's ages combined. Perks of being immortal.

The old doctor approached him and said in his rough, ancient voice, “Mr. Gomez, I’m Pyre Hermes, the doctor you appointed.” Jeremy went still for a second. Pyre Hermes? That did not seem to be the name of the doctor he appointed. Wait, wait, Pyre Hermes? Pyre meant wood for burning a corpse, and Hermes meant a message… A message about the fire? Jeremy’s eyes lit up as he turned to observe the person more carefully, only to discover that he was somewhat familiar. He grinned discreetly to himself, but his face remained expressionless. “I’m counting on you, Dr. Hermes.”