Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanfiction

I assured him, and I meant it to. "Thanks." I focused on finishing our lunch then. How do we get Zerena to come back? ****Author's Note: Poor Percy, hated for something he had no control over. There will be more Phoenix things to come now that Fane has fully awoke.

“Percy? Yeah, Lys. That dude frustrates the hell outta me. Struts around like he’s king shit, talking down to me like I’m some teenage punk. Shoulda seen it, he threatened me straight up in the waiting room. She listens. Her fingers loosen on the blanket, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Zeta… I got nothing with Percy. Nothing. He’s just… there sometimes. You don’t gotta get all protective over me like that.” I scoff low, shaking my head. “Protective? Damn right I am. I care about you, Lyssa. Ain’t sitting back watching some guy like him slide in. Heard bad shit about him too. I ain’t letting him near my sister.”

“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.

My voice broke slightly at the weight of uttering such words Persia stepped closer but I stopped her from coming closer and took deep breaths of courage because despite my boldness, the person is an Alpha capable of snapping my neck in a split second “She is your responsibility whether you like it or not.” I rubbed my forehead to ease the growing headache from the mere thought of what I was about to suggest “What if you re-establish the bond?” I let the words hang, heavy. Then I added, quieter but sharper, “If the bond broke her, maybe it’s the only thing that can save her.” The words barely left my lips when Percy let out a ragged groan, clutching his tattooed arm as agony twisted his face.

But I am so tired of swallowing other people’s stories and lies about me. “I fell,” I say, flatly. “Because someone pushed me. Next time, use your words if you’re unhappy about something.” Color climbs into her cheeks. “Mind your tone, omega.” “I am.” I snort as I gather the scattered cloths with my good hand and stand to glare up at her. “I don’t want your stupid job, Delilah. I don’t want to be anywhere near him. It’s… complicated.” My voice cracks on the last word, and I hate that. “Believe me. If Iris moved me back to peeling potatoes, I’d kiss the damn peeler.”

FREYA Alpha Percival was plainly disappointed. “Is that the only question that you could ask, child?” “Why don’t you answer my question, Uncle Percival?” I mocked, using the name she did not want to hear. He leaned in and I leaned back, not wanting to be close to him. His scent was already making me drunk. I sucked in a breath and extended my hand, in an attempt to push him away. The moment our skin touched, I felt bolts of electricity run between us.

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.

She knew exactly how to push him to the brink and pull him back, a divine dance of pleasure that only a goddess could perform. Her movements grew faster, her hand a blur as she stroked and sucked him, her other hand playing with her own clit, her moans muffled by his flesh. The sound of her wet, eager mouth was like a siren's call, driving him closer to the edge of madness. But just as the sensation of their bodies against each other built to a fevered pitch, the door to her chamber slammed open with a force that shattered the moment. Persephone’s head snapped toward the entrance, her eyes flashing with annoyance and sudden anger. There, standing in the doorway, was none other than Demeter.

Rue’s POV Percy went and sat on his seat, without any single word spoken. He held his head on the palm of his hand then turned to me with a slight smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, “ she really made me mad.” “She is just being jealous, pay no attention to her.” I said Just then, I got a ping on my phone. Messages rushed through the pack network faster than any formal report ever could. Someone had dug into Percy's past with cruelty and dragged his father's death back into the open, as spectacle.

she finally interjected, slamming her register shut and waving her pen at me from a distance, earning a disapproving glance from Percy. "I heard you, and let me tell you, I don't give a damn," she hissed, her eyes piercing through me. "What? How can you not care? You're a girl too, just like me," I persisted, trying to reason with her. "Huh! We're not the same. You're from the group that remained strong while everyone else suffered during those chaotic times. You've got some nerve calling me out for not wanting to help you," she retorted angrily, tossing the pen in my direction. Percy swiftly intervened, catching it before it could hit me.