Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Loses His Temper

Although knowing her, she can easily manipulate the situation to her advantage, instead of constantly giving on to the annoyance his actions cause her to feel. "He would surely take that as a compliment," Sherfy said. *** Anne's mischievous spirit suddenly kicked in at the sight of Percy's miserable condition. Dishearten by the result of his battle, he remain seated at a bench outside the arena, quietly sobbing without ceasing. "My condolences, Percy," Anne sat beside him, mocking the poor young man. "No fair, argh! That Albrecht guy is insane!" Percy rashly ran his hand through his face and yelled in fury and disappointment.

So take this as a sign that I'm pissed,” My lips parted, my throat closed up and I couldn't breath. I could hear people running and fighting to get to Vanessa. They were screaming and growling. Percy was on a killing spree ripping the heads of everyone in his way as the tried to get to Vanessa. His eyes were constantly searching mine. He growled and his eyes began to glow as he tapped into the last of his energy which scared the crap out of me. He ran up to the podium and tackled Vanessa to the ground. I was let go of whatever spell she had me under and fell to the floor grasping for air.

Percy pulled at my underwear causing the lace to slowly tear apart. Note to self, buy stronger underwear, they tore within a minute. I stood before him fully naked now and tears of rage were misting my eyes. I pulled the wrist of his free hand towards me causing him to take another step closer to me. I pulled my head back and head budded him as hard as I could. It disoriented him enough for me to push him and escape. "Relax, Zerena." Percy finally spoke. "Relax?!" The fury in my voice was enough to peel the paint from the walls.

She yelled back. Losing her mind, infuriated at Zadicus. His journey was deemed more important than anything and it was breaking her heart. “I don’t have a damn option!” He raised his voice, making a tight fist to control his overflowing anger. “Why!?” “Because- Leave it.” He was about to yell but stopped, turning his head away, tightening his fist, scoffing to not extend this argument further. “No, no, tell us the auspicious reason behind your actions, Zadicus.” Persephone taunted, curling her lips in an empty smile, jeering at him but he rolled his eyes off.

Percy was stunned by the slap. He clutched his face and stared at me in disbelief. Since the day we met, I had never lost my temper. Especially with Percy, I had always gone along with whatever he wanted. So when I hit him, he froze. "Are you insane? You actually hit me?" He snapped back to himself and glared at me, rage written all over his face. I was already done. I crouched down and went back to packing my suitcase.

"Why would I worry about that piece of trash? Whether he's missing or dead, it has nothing to do with me." "You—" "Why are you so worked up? Don't tell me… you're one of his bedwarmers too?" Percy stared at Hadrian in disbelief. The muscles in his face twitched as fury overtook him. He slammed his palm hard on the desk and bellowed, "You'll regret this, Hadrian!" Hadrian picked up the phone on his desk. "Send security in." The office door opened the next moment. Several security guards rushed in and dragged the furious Percy away.

“You used my daughter’s disappearance as a chance to crawl into my husband’s bed?” Percy didn’t flinch. “Don’t act like a saint,” she said. “You’ve been crying and shaking since the baby disappeared. He needed a real woman. You weren’t doing anything.” Elena stepped forward. “Say that again.” “I said he needed me,” Percy said with a smirk. “Not a weak, crying mess like you.” Elena slapped her. The sound echoed in the room. Percy held her cheek, shocked. “You bitch,” she hissed.

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.

Her piercing scream filled the air as her soul was ripped from her body, and she was sent into the pits of hell. I vomited on the sidewalk; my pride was now bruised tenfold for the torture I just endured. My ears rang as Lucifer burst out into a fit of laughter. His hand clasped around the back of my neck, his mouth right against my ear as he leaned forward. "Next time you fuck up my plans or lose fucking control again, Perseus, I won't be so nice. Now get the fuck home and clean up before you embarrass yourself further."

“He has such a wild taste that makes it hard to keep up with him and-” “Are you done?” I cut her off, my face clearly held irritation. She was taken aback by my harsh response. “You should mind your business and stop talking about my Percy like that.” I clamped my eyes shut, did I just openly claim Percy? It was just me trying to keep Greta’s mouth shut and sell the idea right? “You shouldn’t be the one worried about his fantasies, I am his fantasies.” I said and turned ready to leave when I saw Percy just in front of me. He had beard what I said to her, his eyes fell on my face.