Percy And Artemis Love Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Cedric is now braiding one of the girls' hair, and my jealousy spikes again, seeing his fingers brushing against her exposed shoulders as he gathers all her hair in his hands. “Relax your expression,” Percy muttered, walking back to stand beside me. He’s a lot more calm now, seeing that his mate is alright and just here visiting with her old friends. “You look like you want to start a fight. That’s not going to get him to want to talk to you.” “I can’t help it,” I growled, “I hate seeing him flirting with everyone but me.” “I hate to tell you this, Gamma, but it’s your own fault. I wouldn’t want to talk to you either if you were always looking at me like that. Calm your tits and wipe the gri

Sighing deeply after noticing the visible displeasure on Juniper and Ahlum’s face, Vera shifted her head to them, telling them why it broke Persephone’s heart. “Zadicus and Persephone have been lovers ever since they were fifteen.”

"Definitely. Thank you so much my love, you will be the perfect mother to my children and our baby. Three girls eh? I can just imagine you in a magnificent white dress, with our girls in..." "Shh my love." Artemis shushed, her heart cracking even more in response to her possible future. If things were different, she would stay on this earth forever. "Ricky. I love you so much, look after our daughter." Tears started running rivers down her cheeks, as she was unable to compose herself whilst undertaking the task at hand. "Selena? What do you mean my love? Are you... Selena!" Ricky yelped out in panic, as she went limp in his arms, the line humming flat and Phoebe wailing hysterically.

Percy, for whom Darla would rather die, than live on in a world where Percy does not exist. “Alright,” Percy says. He brings his arms up to wrap around Darla’s waist where the girl lays splayed atop him, and Darla buries her face in the juncture of Percy’s neck. “We shall just go down in a blaze of foolhardy glory together then, like a pair of fools,” Percy adds, and Darla huffs. “You are not nearly as funny as you think you are,” Darla mutters but smiles nonetheless when she feels Percy smile where his lips are pressed to the top of Darla’s head.

He could win any day he wanted, as long as it led him to me, as long as it gave me this much peace. He carried me back inside and they all helped wash me off. I was in absolute bliss like I was floating with happiness, but my legs just refused to work. Alaric took me and helped me dry off, curling me into him as we climbed back into bed, his eyes studying my face as he looked deep in thought. “Tell me,” I smirked at him and kissed his chest. “Artemis,” his voice was full of adoration, but something lingered behind it, “she’s more than Hyperion, or I, ever could have imagined,” his hand was cupping the side of my face as his thumb slowly moved up and down the side of my cheek.

Her tears roll freely down her cheeks, though Artemis wishes otherwise, she knows that the only thing she wants is to see her twins happy. "Yes. That's what I'm saying. You will go back! You will be happy, and live a long and fruitful life with your mate. Because there is no match made in heaven and earth more perfect than you and him. At least, not in my book. Or until Ty makes up his mind to look for Emily." She smiles at her, throwing her arms over her shoulders and kissing her temples. "Oh my goddess! Is that her name? Wait! She's not our Emily is it? She's far too small for Ty." Artemis chuckles and throws her hand over her shoulder.

I said, curious and wary over the look on his face. "Look, Deirk loves you so much. He won't let what needs to happen to save you, Jo, and me. At the end of the day, I love him too. The last thing I want to do is lie to him or circumvent his wishes for me... but we have to do it to save his life and all the rest of ours. Otherwise, this cycle will just continue to repeat over and over," Percy said. I tried to listen to what he was saying, but I was fighting an extreme attraction to him. My mind was betraying me, but it didn't matter. He was in my mind, and he could tell. I turned away from him, trying to hide the obvious evidence of my thoughts.

“You slept with him! My innocent little Carolina, wait, no, not innocent, I remember João. But this? This is better. This is firefighter arms.” My mouth opened and closed. I tried to protest, but the words were stuck in my throat. At last, I groaned, “You’re impossible.” “You’re glowing,” she corrected, wagging a finger. “That’s not just good sex. That’s muse sex. Don’t even try to lie to me.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Okay, fine, maybe I wrote a little. But that doesn’t mean…” “That you’re falling? Oh, querida, I’ve seen that face before.” She smirked knowingly. “Remember senior year when I found you doodling João’s dimples in the margins of your calculus notebook? Same face.”

Artemis' POV "It's very hands-on," Ares said teasingly as he returned to the house. He is homeless so I let him stay here. "I didn't know that you really made a career out of being a lover, Artemis," he said. "Don't wait for me to kick you out of the house, Ares." He pouted before begging me to talk to his wife again. As if I could do something for them.

Because of my attachment to him and the fact that Ares is a narcotic, it seems as though I too grew addicted to him and was fascinated by his presence. After discovering that we both felt the same way about each other, the intense curiosity I already had for him just intensified further. Before I entirely surrendered to the darkness, I whispered a few things that just happened to slip out of my mouth without much effort. "I love you too, Ares. I hope you have a wonderful night..." The moment I said that, the hold Ares made to my hand were quite amused me. He's not sleeping at all but I assumed that he beard what I said.