Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

His dark eyes seemed to heat up, and Zeda found herself looking at his lips, hoping he would… “We’re here,” Shane announced, cutting off her thoughts. She jerked away from Lucian and swore when her head bumped the window. Lucian smirked, and she blushed. He slid out and held the door for her as she did the same. “Did you finally find a taxi?” Mr. Percival asked when she entered the office. “Not really, I found… he… Luc…” “Mr. Percival,” Lucian greeted smoothly, saving her. Zeda watched the director’s face light up. “Prince Lucian, good to see you. What brings you here?” Mr. Percival asked kindly.

“Tell her I’m not annoying.” I froze slightly. “…Is that Kaleb?” Percy sighed. “Unfortunately.” I immediately sat up straighter. “Oh, this is interesting.” Percy groaned. “Don’t start.” I smiled slowly. “Oh, I’m starting.” “Corleone—” “I want details,” I said. “No.” “Yes.” Percy lowered her voice. “He’s literally right here.” “So?” “So I can’t—” “Wink at him,” I interrupted.

Did he follow her all the way here? "Why are you looking at me like that?" Percy had originally wanted to impress her with his accomplishments, hoping she’d come talk to him first. But after seeing her walk out of the same room as Stephen, a sharp pain hit his chest. He lost all reason in that moment and called out to her. "I was caught in a pile-up last night and ended up staying here. I’ve got a big business meeting in Southport later this morning." After the last bidding round, he’d finally managed to rebuild his career and was doing well for himself.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Perth, ignoring the warning look Ashton shot my way. "Yeah," Perth admitted. "All four of us on Omega have known you long before you joined the security team." Perry, who I met when I was eighteen at a tattoo shop, blew me a playful kiss with his middle finger. He was a seventeen-year-old tattoo apprentice at the time, and we had formed a unique bond. Davin, whom I met at Yale, and his brother Seth were also part of our close-knit circle. Perth, in fact, grew up just two streets away from me. These personal connections were something I hadn't considered when breaking the unbreakable rule of not getting involved with a client.

Perci bows his head to show respect to the elderly. "Is that you, Perci?" "Yes, professor." "How are you doing? By the way, I want you to meet my daughter, Mavice. How about you join us for coffee?" "I am working as CEO right now. I am delighted to join you, prof. Where should we go? the bill is on me." They went to Mansons lot Coffee house. Mavice kept on looking at Perci; she thought that he looked familiar. "Mr, are you an actor and director in Hollywood?"

She laughed loudly. “Who the hell is Dacre?” “How about you, Percival?” “Percival Edmund Matthews. Just call Perce. I’m still single, Emma.” She grinned sheepishly. “Your name is ugly. Sounds oldie. And you can’t stop me if I wanna go out on a date. And why I’m finding it hard to believe that you don’t have a girlfriend?” “I haven’t found the lucky girl just yet. And don’t worry, I’ll tell Mom and Dad about your compliment.”

With a chuckle I explain Percy’s unique communication abilities. “Percy will never tell me I’m wrong. He knows he’s my Beta and he’s a stickler for protocol, as I’m sure you know. If he’s not entirely on-board with a decision, but happy enough to carry it out, he’ll nod once and go. Allowing his emotions to show is akin to telling me I’m an idiot. I don’t often get that one and I was hoping to avoid it now that I’m not being forced to take paths I’d rather not follow.”