Percy And Piper Lemon Novels & Stories

Chapter 98: Piper vs Damon **Piper’s POV** Damn! That was… mortifying. My lungs felt like they’d forgotten how to breathe properly. My cheeks were burning so hot I could fry an egg on them. The moment Lucas’s lips had touched Hannah’s, the atmosphere in the apartment shifted into something I had no business third-wheeling.

Chapter 15: PIPER'S CONFESSION The second day of training, Hazel didn't even make it out her door before she was ambushed. She had pulled her boots on, wincing at every bruise from yesterday, when the door opened without a knock. Piper stood there, already dressed., her hair braided and she was holding a woven basket. Its content was green apples, sliced watermelons, and water. "Good morning," Piper sang, "you are up so early it's 5:30 am.

I glanced over at Jeremy, who was nodding, clearly enjoying Piper’s enthusiasm. “Yeah, the whole show looked amazing,” Jeremy added, adjusting his glasses. “Everything came together perfectly.” Piper elbowed him lightly. “You sound so serious, Jeremy. Loosen up! It’s a celebration, not an interview.” Jeremy rolled his eyes but cracked a smile. “Alright, alright. But someone’s gotta keep the praise grounded, Piper. Don’t want Vivienne’s head getting too big.” “Oh, please,” Piper shot back, laughing. “A little ego boost never hurt anybody, and Vivienne deserves it!”

Cecil interrupted, finishing the sentence for her. Piper blinked, taken aback. “You know who I am?” she asked, her brows knitting together as she withdrew her hand slowly. Suspicion lurked in her tone. Cecil nodded, smiling. “Of course. You’re quite popular, Piper. You know… chatter here, rumors there.” she giggled. Piper mouthed a quiet oh, and then turned toward Ember as if to include her in the conversation. “This is Ember, Ember Cruis—”

But he clearly did not know that, and I was all too happy to keep him in the dark. I began to think that the negotiations were going nowhere. But then Leo brought up the herbs that I had given Piper. He was angry about them, and he demanded that I give him the “cure” for them. At first I was really confused, and I thought that he and Piper had figured out that I had had a spell put on the herbs. However, Leo kept bringing up pain that Piper had had when she tried to give them up. Eventually, I pieced together what he was saying. I guess the pack doctors told Piper that this combination of herbs caused withdrawal symptoms, and she would have to keep taking the herbs if she wanted to avoi

Ah, sweet and sour. “Yup, just like your. . .” I looked at Jeremy. His voice faded and he blinked his eyes like he just said something wrong. My forehead crumpled in confusion. What is he trying to say? “Like my what?” I swallowed the watermelon and drank the lemon juice again. Jeremy looked at the lemon juice and then back to me, a smile forming in his lips. “Like your lemon juice. I want to drink that.” I gave emptied my glass first before filling it again and giving it to him. He immediately took it and emptied it, nodding his head in sastisfaction. He licked his lips.

Emma said with a dreamy sigh as she made her way to the box. "The ice cream you requested is present. You know that right?" Zoey asked her with a smile. "Well, I want everything. Pickles also and maybe pizza." "As the health personnel present, I have to tell you to take a rest and eat something healthy." Piper said to her with a smile also. "What are pickles?" Zoey replied with a laugh "drunk cucumbers." Piper gave them both an eye roll "I mean like carrots and fresh vegetables not drunk ones like pickles."

“I wanna take you somewhere. Lex has a nice house in Spain. Or we can go to Edinburgh.” “Why do you wanna go to Spain? Don’t you have pending work? Piper is complaining to me every day. Just hire her as your assistant permanently if she’s good at what she does, or put her back to her desk job.” “I don’t know if she wants the job.” I pressed my lips on her shoulder. She smelled sweet like berries and vanilla. It could be her shampoo or her body wash, but it wasn’t the same smell as what she had in the house.

It was enough to make her feel depressed. Pierre brought over his homemade lemon wine, pouring it out for both of them. The pale golden liquid looked beautiful in the evening sunset. Only then did she learn that this place was famous for its lemons. It was a world-renowned lemon town. After the chatty Pierre was called away by other customers, Marisol picked up her wine glass and sniffed lightly. The aroma was rich, and when she tasted it, she found it was a sweet wine with a very refreshing flavor.

“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.