Percy And Piper Lemon Novels & Stories

My eyes trail there for a minute before I reply. “Paisley.” Her eyes sparkle. That’s definitely her name. “What are you doing over here, besides scaring my friend?” I raise an eyebrow. “Your friend?” She nods. “I finally got her to pop that cherry. Her party cherry. The other one is still intact. Right?” Blue eyes widen, and the brunette stares in disbelief. Paisley continues. “Anyway. Better late than never. Always the late bloomer right, Piper?” Piper. She nudges her friend then wags her finger at me. “But don’t go getting any ideas.”

“Time to find us a Qilin.” “I’m ready,” he said, looking just as ready and excited as I. We traveled through Percy’s shadow door, finding him half naked, about to go for a swim with the sirens. He’s really pushing his luck here lately. He squealed in surprise, one so loud that it made me bust a gut in laughter. “Are you sure your balls are still there?” Liam teased him, making me laugh harder. “Yup, still where I left them.” Percy said, grabbing his groin with his hand.

Yorick says, sliding his hand back into mine. “Well, now I’m in a bad mood,” Piper says. “Maybe you’re hangry, Hellfire. Let’s go get lunch,” Zach says. “You and your nicknames,” I say, laughing. “Hey, if the nickname fits, who am I to argue. Piper’s got that fiery red hair and a temper to match. I love the passion,” he says, winking at her. “Stop flirting with me,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips are twitching.

She was excited to see if she could get the lemonade stuck in one of the hoops. “So, Piper,” Julian said, waggling his eyebrows as Elva was thoroughly distracted. “Things seem to be going well with you and Nicholas.” I rolled my eyes at his teasing. “Aren’t you glad you decided to join us?” Julian continued, flashing a toothy grin. Beside him, Veronica remained silent, but I could see the humor in her eyes. I huff a soft laugh. They mean the teasing good-naturedly so I’m not put-off. “I am,” I reply honestly.

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

“I take back everything I said about moving to the middle of nowhere.” Farther down — pears. Beyond that — lemons. Lemons. I started laughing, the kind of laugh that sounds halfway between relief and insanity. “Alright, universe. You were late, but you showed up.” By the time I went back inside, my coat pockets bulged with apples and pears and I was clutching lemons like treasure. Greg — the enormous spider who had claimed the stove as his throne — watched me unpack. “Don’t start,” I warned him. “I earned these.”

"What does everyone want? You can have smoked salmon, scrambled eggs, jam, butter, sliced fruit, cheese. The hotel serves a good honey too, if anyone wants that." "Eggs for me," Kade said, already walking toward the table. "Jam and fruit," I added. Then everyone looked at Piper. She was still standing in the same spot. The box was now dangling from her fingers. "Piper?" I goaded her through gritted teeth. "Oh!" She snapped back. "Eggs, scrambled, with fruit. And the honey, that would be nice."

“I thought we could hang out, eat something. Just be here, of you wanted.” I stared at him. Percy, the second son of the most powerful Alpha in the country, standing in my small room at midnight with two boxes of pizza, suggesting we hang out. “Okay,” I said again, for the second time tonight. He smiled. He looked a little surprised, like he hadn’t been sure I’d say yes. My chest twisted in a way I didn’t try to untangle. “Good,” he said. We sat on the bed with the pizza boxes between us. Percy reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the pillow. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair.

—I walk to the spot where the chrysanthemums bloom, bright and eye-catching—“these are the mums Mommy and Daddy planted for your Grandpa Terrence and Grandma Lauryn. And eventually there will be a lemon tree, but it’s too small to grow any fruit still.” She stares up at me, her gray eyes never once leaving my face to look at the garden. But she smiles and kicks her legs, and that’s good enough for me. “I know it’s so exciting! We’ll be able to make fresh squeezed lemonade, and lemon meringue pie, and lemon cookies!”

What an exciting family my Papa has mated into. Persephone merely shrugged, and my brother broke out laughing. “Oh … Oh, I do love you Fayte females. Never a dull moment. Persy, can you send that …” He pointed at her phone, “to my laptop back at the town hall? I’m sure Zio Damon and I could make good use of that,” I asked. “Yeah, sure.” Persephone shrugged, going back to her phone, her fingers moving nimbly. “I did one better. Check your phone. You can then connect your phone to whatever computer you want to access it.” She smirked, pocketing her phone.