Pal Percy Novels & Stories

Percy roared. He ripped the filthy bandage off his arm. The wound underneath was swollen and black with streaks of purple. Pus bubbled through the torn skin. He showed a twisted grin. He dug his fingers into the rotting flesh, tore out a handful of putrid meat, and shoved it into Diana's mouth. "You dare call me filthy? Eat it. Eat it." Diana gagged and retched as he forced the decayed flesh between her teeth. Percy's grin stretched wide in a feral way. He watched the woman he had worshipped sink into terror and humiliation. For the first time, he felt a savage and overpowering sense of triumph.

"Percy?" It was his childhood friend, Percy, coaching a carriage-carrying horse. Judging by his seemingly ordinary look, who would have thought that he is a talented magic user who specializes in wood manipulation? Be it a tree or a furniture, his skill allows him to control its shape at his will. "Heard yah gonna be participating too. How about a ride? Let's go crash the palace gate!"

Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?" I feigned a thoughtful expression, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "I remember now! I recall you telling me that this perfume was a token of your appreciation. I felt that it was only polite to return the favor, so I had my friend rush to create an identical porcelain bottle overnight. "I couldn't actually buy the perfume, so I simply returned the one you gave me and kept the empty duplicate bottle for myself. I know you're usually very thrifty when it comes to spending, so I felt terrible knowing that you ac

The room was dimly lit with the strong smell of cigar mixed with cocoa filling my nostrils. He strode towards us while I took a seat, unwilling to be anywhere near him while Persia embraced him in a hug “Careful,” she said lightly. Percy didn’t turn right away. “About what?” She leaned back facing him “You’re doing the serious leader thing again.” I wasn’t expecting it but I saw it, a flicker. Percy’s expression loosened slightly. “Which version do you prefer?” he asked. “The one that pretends he’s human occasionally,” she said.

I’ll take it. We text all morning. He sends me a photo of his bandaged hand holding a coffee cup. Percy: Still works. Can My lips curls out a smile. He tells me about the time he tried to surf in Bali and got attacked by a seagull. I tell him about the coding project I’m thinking of starting once everything settles. Percy: I’m glad to see you pursue your dream. Me: thanks. He keeps texting, funny memes, questions about my favorite movies.

Percival was a classic mix of being cheeky on one side and thick-skinned on the other. He knew his actions upset Eulalia, but he just couldn’t stand her laughing and joking with another man, even if that man was the hypnotist he hired to control her memories. “You could come to my office during the day.” “To watch you in meetings, or watch you sign papers and stare at the computer?” “If you like, sure.” Percival was so busy, usually she’d text him in the morning and he’d only reply in the afternoon, missing lunch entirely. She knew the agony of stomach issues, feeling like all her strength was sucked out, everything made her nauseous, and the slightest noise intensified the pain.

" Calix heaved a deep breath before narrating how he met Perci. [FLASHBACK] Calix went to the United States of America to mend his broken heart. He needs a new environment to start fresh. He spends his life in the US, always in need of bar hopping. One day he decided to work as Perci's make-up artist and hairstylist. That is their first meet-up. Perci is such a workacoholic person. He started as a child actor at the age of ten. Then, he became a director at the age of twenty-six. Calix thought that Perci is just too focused on work that he couldn't afford to date, but there is something more than that. They became very close.

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

When everything was handled and tonight was a go, Percy decided to contact his patrons. He dismissed John to have a chat with them. He flipped open his laptop and opened to the private chat room he creates specifically for them and sent out a chat. Overall he has about twenty Patrons though not every one of them enters the hunt at once. Some will choose to be spectators alone while others will decide to bet. He relaxed back to wait for responses. The first to arrive was Mrs. Joyce. She is the wife of a Prime Minister with a whole lot of money to throw around, which Percy enjoys plenty when the money is flowing in his direction.

My voice was a bit raspy than usual, maybe it was my nerves but I was suddenly parched. "Silas lured me in here, didn't he?" Percy looked like he was ready to give his PA a raise. I didn't answer them, I just kept on walking toward my men. Percy was resting his ass on the large mahogany desk while Grady was still sitting on his big boss's chair. "I had the clear with Dr. Mallory, and you boys had been working too hard," I stood between my men, then slowly dropped my coat to reveal the black lingerie with the matching stockings and garters, the red heels completed my look.