Percabeth Fanfiction Stories Novels & Stories

My eyes were filled with hurt, unable to hide the turmoil inside me. Percival glanced at me briefly, then shifted his gaze to the water below. “I already mentioned this to you. If she has the baby, I won’t acknowledge it. It doesn’t matter if you accept me or not. I can’t predict what will happen in the future, but if the pup survives, I’ll be a dad. I won’t be in a relationship with Tatiana, but I’ll be a father until the child turns ten and has to leave. After that, they’ll come to visit me every summer, on their own. I’m not sure if you’ll be interested in having me around or not…” He paused, meeting my eyes. “But hey, I’ll keep that option open for you. It’s totally up to you to decide.

Prince Caspian said. Peah nod. Even her find it weird. "Yeah... That's the only story that I wrote because of my Chapter dreams. Every day I sleep and woke up remember everything. I dream about it for a months. It feels so real but unreal." Peach is in daze while thinking about it. "That story isn't that nice. I thought you're gonna make a happy ending story but I was wrong. Because the man didn't choose her in the end." Woah. Prince Caspian is really read it huh.

( End of Percy's flashback) *** Percy’s smirk widened as he thought back to that night.He looked at the photos of Lea on his screen one last time, her terrified eyes haunting him. He loved that feeling. Loved thinking about what they would do to Jake. He was finally feeling some extreme jou, some thrill, in this long years of mundane and utter loneliness.

“I do. The firefighter. Your firefighter. The one who caught you when you fell from the sky like some chaotic angel.” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. “He’s not mine.” “Carolina, por favor. You light up every time you say his name. You just told me about Bia, and what’s the first thing out of your mouth? ‘She’s coming after him.’ Not, ‘she’s going to steal my clothes,’ or, ‘she’s going to eat all my pão de queijo.’ No, straight to Ace.” My chest tightened. “That’s not, it’s not like that. He’s just…”

“This isn’t you. This isn’t the man who proposed to me three weeks ago, who gave me the most beautiful night of my life. You said you’d spend forever making things right, and all you’ve done since then is hurt me.” I studied his face, desperate for a sign. A flicker. A crack in the mask. But it was like staring at a stranger. “What could possibly be so terrible in your mind that you’d keep it from me?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath. “Tell me, Percival. Please.” And as the tears started to fall again, I could feel it—my body shaking, my heart breaking, my hope slipping. Percival closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, voice thick. “I

, she laughed, "but I'm sure you understand" Lucien looked at her, "Well, I guess I do, Quite a few", he told her some of the things that he sometimes fantasizes about. Maybe pulling her hair, pinning her down, having her on a leash, or writing things on her body, But I brush those off as "just fantasies", even though he had done most of them to her, she noticed there were some they had not tried yet, like the leash and writing. Rebekah said, "Well, maybe we could try some of those, especially the leash and writing or something as we have not done that? I guess", and she said with an impish smile.

I watched him gasp and his eyes start to glow. "Don't start mating in front of me, you two fuckers," Effie growled teasingly and I started laughing until Ambrose bit my neck releasing his mate venom into my veins. My body felt like it was being submerged into a warm bath and I gazed lovingly into his green eyes and smiled. Being true pereche was completely different from a like or infatuation. It was deep and touched the very depths of your soul. "I love you Ambrose. My true pereche," I growled softly and searched for his lips to kiss. I kissed him hungrily and felt myself getting aroused. Ambrose pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair.

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.

" Even at this point, he was still trying to push the blame for his cheating onto me, wrapping his own infidelity in self-righteous excuses. I scoffed. "Did you hear that? He's saying you're nothing more than a tool for him to satisfy himself. And you don't even react?" Sabrina looked mortified. Her expression shifted again and again, but she still forced a smile. "It's fine. I know my place. Percy liking you is only natural. I'm willing to share him with you." I honestly didn't get it. How had Percy managed to deceive a naive college student into being so devoted to him?

I interrupted. There was a pause. Then Percy actually laughed. “Are you insane?” “Just do it.” “Why?” “Because I want chaos.” She groaned again but clearly did it anyway, because I heard Kaleb immediately ask, “What was that?” I laughed. “Tell me everything,” I said again. Percy sighed loudly. “Fine. But I hate you.” “Liar.” “I’m serious.” “Mm-hmm.” I could practically hear her rolling her eyes through the phone.