Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Father

“Where is Asclepius?” “I told you that he will not see patients in his home.” “I am not just a patient.” Persephone enunciated each word carefully and with underlying anger this time. “Still, I am telling you that he will not be accepting patients in his home.” “I am Persep--” “I know who you are and I am not afraid of you or Asclepius. You are Persephone, daughter of Demeter and your father is Zeus.” “Then, get me Asclepius!”

“I figured as much. It’s been obvious for a while, hasn’t it?” I sink deeper into the chair, the leather creaking beneath me, but it doesn’t comfort. My hands rest heavily on the armrests, fingers twitching with frustration. I look at Adrian, trying to steady my voice before I say what’s been burning inside me. “It’s Zeus,” I repeat, slower this time, almost like saying it aloud gives it power. “He’s the one who told Father about Iris.” Adrian blinks, clearly surprised. “How can you be so sure?” His cocky demeanor falters, replaced by genuine curiosity.

God, Ares. My son, he has just lost the most amazing father. He won’t get to know Percy the way I did. He won’t get to see the brilliant man that he was. I didn’t think my heart could hurt this much. I thought I knew pain, but I was wrong. God, was I wrong. This pain is unbearable, unlike any experiment I had ever been through. “Don’t leave me, Percy.” I whispered as I carried him towards me with my shadows. I traveled us out of the room, as if that could traumatize the children any less.

Percy finally turned off the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the weight of his words. “He was arrogant,” Percy said, his gaze distant now, pulled backward into memory. “The man who killed my father. He thought the world owed him something. Thought pain gave him the right to inflict more of it.” Percy’s jaw clenched. “My father tried to help him anyway.” The bitterness in his voice was strong. “He begged him to stay calm. Told him they could find another way. He never raised his voice. Never treated him like the monster that he was.”

There was nothing she disliked more than being reminded of the fact Ariel owned everything she had. She had nothing, they were never truly hers, she had just been smarter. “I helped you get those thugs to finish her off, that's what daddy is here for .” He grinned wickedly, dragging a jagged stone along the edge of his rusted blade, the metal shrieking under the pressure. Sparks danced briefly in the dim light. “How long do you plan to keep me your little secret, Bianca? It's unfair I hide in the shadows. No one knows I’m the legendary Athena’s father.”

Wright and dad lost his cool. Her father pushed dad away roaring loudly, "What do you know how I feel? My daughter is kidnapped just because of your son... Because of his deeds. And you are asking me to not pressurize him! Are you kidding me Hercules." He called my father with name. No use of his position as alpha, no salutation, nothing. He directly degraded my father.

The blissful bubble we had created during the early days of summer shattered far too soon. Theo received a call from his father late one afternoon while we were secretly tangled together in the guest room. Uncle Kael needed him back in the city for a couple of urgent family business matters—something about contracts and a meeting that couldn’t be postponed. Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument.

The more you have of it, the more you have of everything else. Anthony Crosswalk, my father, is richer than God. Crosswalk Industries is a Fortune 500 company and it's his 'baby'. I freeze as I step through the threshold. "Meet your future wife son. Charlotte Daymond." I shouldn't have come back here so soon. My father ignores my death glare and simply looks at his gold Rolex watch. I gave it to him for his 42nd birthday, which was a few months ago. "Quick introductions would be pleasant Sebastian. Some people have places to be."

, I understood immediately. Over the years, Edgar had tried many ways to repair our relationship. But every time, it had done nothing except drill into me even deeper just how impossible he was—just like today. I took a deep breath and thanked Mr. Palmer. Then, I turned and left. From behind me came hushed whispers. "So, that's Mr. Booker's son? He's not quite what I imagined." "I heard he was raised by his grandmother in the countryside. And for over a decade, Mr. Booker never once went back to see him."

“This is Declan’s birthright, his blood and sweat. He’s worked his ass off for years and now you’re going to split just because some bastard came running back into your arms?” Father turned to look at mother angrily and they launched into an argument I could not hear. My eyes were fixed on Percy and surprisingly, he looked just as confused as I was. A pretending bastard. The words rang in my head and I wanted nothing more than to grab him and squeeze the life out of him. “You will listen to what I say woman. I have spoken and that is final.” Father shouted, slamming his palm on the arm of the sofa and that seemed to shut mother up as she deflated and fell back to her seat.