Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

Peircy raised an eyebrow at me. “Mhm.” Sitting down, I just looked at the binder. “So, what can I do for you?” Peircy smiled and sat back down. “You are handling this luna shit good.” “I don’t have a choice.” My eyes narrowed at him. “Just spit it out.” “Brett is a warrior.” “Ah, a heart to heart?” Peircy rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying. If you can master all this, surely Brett can, too.”

“Is that what you are then, a spy? You must not be a very good one if I was able to catch you so easily.” Nothing about her expression changed. “I’m not a spy. I’m not here on Rachel’s behalf either, I am here for you, Mr. Percival Henderson.” “Percy is fine.” I answered throwing what remained of my cigarette on the floor and crushing it with my shoe before fishing for another one from my pack. “And I hope by being here for me, you mean sex? I could really use a round or two right now and you look… hot.” I spoke before lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag.

Maybe, he did not believe what I said and he wanted me to join him at Perch. I sat on the bed and leaned my back on the headboard as I accepted Vince's call. I could hear loud music and people laughing and talking with each other at the bar. Until I could only hear a little noise. "Bro, you're calling me again. I guess you are now at Perch. Who is with you?", I spoke a little loud. "Yes bro, I am now at Perch. Actually, I postponed the hangout when you said a while ago that you're now in Beverly Hills. But I rushed my way to Perch when Alexa called me that Vera would be seeing someone here.

"He's frustrating, challenging, and an obvious womanizer, but he's worth the challenge to tame, isn't he?" The way Persephone glanced behind her before she spoke briefly with Derrick then the two of them took a hasty exit. Derrick's eyes glanced over her once before they took their leave of the party. She wasn't even surprised when Caleb made a sudden appearance as he immediately followed the same path as the pair.

Percy placed his arm over my shoulder, and I leaned on him as we both treasured this little moment when everything that had once fallen apart began to come together. Percival's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at me before taking the call. "It's from the lobby," he said. I watched his brows furrow, and he massaged his temple when the call ended. "What's wrong?" Percy seemed reluctant, but he turned to me and said, "It's Helena." "She followed us here?" "Apparently. But I'll take care of it."

I walked up to her entrance. "Good evening, ma'am. Can you let us in please?" I asked. The old lady's eyes left her teacup and looked in our direction. "Who are you?" her soft voice asked. "My name is Zenia, and this is Madison. There's someone--" but Madison nudged my shoulder, stopping me. "You'll scare her," she whispered. "Ma'am, we're apart of a prayer group called Destined To Live. We go from neighborhood to neighborhood to greet and spread the word of The Way Of Life to our senior citizens."

It was only when my fingernails tore into my own flesh that the searing pain succeeded in wrenching my thoughts back to the present. "What's the matter, Helena? You should really try this perfume," Queenie prompted as she batted her large eyes with a look of pure innocence, her harmless appearance giving absolutely no hint of her cruel and wicked nature. She noticed that I didn't reach for the gift, so she gently extended the porcelain bottle containing the perfume. I quickly shot up and stepped away from my desk. I pointed warily at the slightly cluttered surface and said, "You can just leave that there for the time being."

I got up and opened the door. It wasn't Caden. Percy stood in the doorway. His jacket was gone. His hair was slightly undone, like he'd been running his hands through it. His eyes were dark and exhausted. He looked at me with a sad expression. Neither of us spoke. What was Percy doing here?

I am not always in favor of capital punishment, but if anyone has earned it, it’s certainly Maximus. Dartmoth still has his forehead pressed to the floor. “Is Percy here?” I ask Zeke. “He’s on his way, Your Majesty,” he replies. “He was helping Jerim in the infirmary.” I nod. “Then we will wait.” The minutes tick by, and I can see sweat beading on the back of Dartmoth’s neck. Finally, Percival arrives, another half-fae man named Llewellyn Ashbow walking beside him. “General Ashbow,” I say. “Thank you again for all you did.”

"He'll be fine. Let him rest. It was good that you ran out screaming or else I wouldn't have been able to help. Plus, no one's allowed to come near this room." "Thank you so much Mr.Percival." "It's fine. You need to calm down," he said lightly. I sat on my bed and looked at Alex. After Mr.Percival helped him with his panic attack, he fainted. I thought he would be so happy to hear the news about Eve. This was the last thing I expected to happen. Scratch that, I didn't expect this at all!! "When can we see her Mr.Percival?" "Soon. The Prince would have to give permission."