Percy Jackson Frank Novels & Stories

I say softly, still smiling as I watch him be all bashful. “Oh, that wouldn’t have been creepy at all,” he says, rolling his eyes and then returning his gaze to me, making me laugh. “Hi, my name is Frank, I’m your childhood best friend’s mafia lackey, training to be his hitman! I read the private emails you send to him, I think you’re cool!” “Awww,” I say, laughing again, “teenage Frankie sounds so friendly.” “No, he was shy,” Frank says with a short laugh and a long sigh. “But…big fan of yours. And then the reality of you, when we found out it was you that Christian brought home from that club?”

“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.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

I feel so excited meeting a new friend. My father came and introduced two boys to us. "Alora, Sophie. This is Luke and Percy. From now on you will be friends." Father said. The one named Percy is quiet and shy. He's good looking, has black hair and a deep set of gray eyes.The other boy named Luke smiled at me. His eyes are blue like crystals sparkling when he smiles. His lips are red like a girl's but it didn't lessen his aura as a boy. He has brown curly hair and his brows were thick and angled.

"Psst." Mandy stopped and looked around. She spun when she heard a laugh behind her. A small child stood slightly behind a tree. The boy looked like a refugee in torn clothes with choppily cut, too long hair and dirt smudges on his face. "Oh, um... hi. Who are you?" His small chest swelled. "I am Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible." It was such an outlandish way to introduce himself that she had to fight back laughter. "Well Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible, I am Mandy, mate to Honey the Hell Spawn. It's nice to meet you."

I took a sip and a satisfied sigh escapes my lips. I heard a chuckle and glanced up to find Percy watching me. I arch an eyebrow up at her. She shakes her head. "Nothing, Freya, you are... Are just cute," she answered. I contort my face; my nose scrunched up in distaste and my eyebrows drew together. Percy is Les and she owned it with her full chest. I have known for a long time that she's into Sandy, but Sandy seems to be clueless. I think that's why they are always bickering and annoying the hell out of each other.

Stellar and Stephen exchanged a glance and quietly slipped away to avoid drawing any attention. Meanwhile, inside the room, the call continued. “Jason Fletcher, this is about my personal life. Who gave you the right to pull something this insane? You've completely lost it!” Percy’s voice was seething with rage, on the verge of exploding. “You think you're talking to just anyone?” Jason snapped. “Don’t forget. I’m still your superior!” “You were a complete mess last time, all for that woman, weren’t you? Since you wanted her so badly, I made sure you’d get her!

Franklin rolled his eyes "I'm sorry, Miss. I'm Franklin, that's Trevor, and this right here is Chris." Chris waved with his left hand, as his right was helping hold the cake. "Or you can just call me the "Token Black Friend.'" Chris replied. Paul and I laughed. Franklin reminded me a lot of Jake Gyllenhaal for some reason. The huge eyes and innocent look really did it for me, it seemed. The loud clacking of heels was heard running down the hallway from Sebastian's office. "Sorry, guys. Come on in!" Lucinda guided all three of them down the hallway. Franklin waved before following his friends.

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

Raining hell down on Damon for you, Your friendly ghost dad, Percy. I was crying for a completely different reason now, but I found myself laughing too hard at what he signed himself off as. So this is what Percy was like? He seems funny. I can't believe he bothered to write me a letter. I can't believe he saw all this. Poor Ares. I always forget he is dealing with not having his actual dad around. He's too good of a guy not to have one. I guess that's why I should start with him.