Percy Jackson Jokes Novels & Stories

Flustered, he ran his hand through his hair, wincing. I froze. “Are you serious, Baxter? Or is this another one of your dumb jokes?” He furrowed his brow in anger. “You think I'm joking?” “You put worms in my sandwich, Paul.” “I was five! Gimme a break!” He opened his mouth, then closed it, looking down at the ground anxiously. I was dumbstruck: the towering linebacker was rendered speechless by me, of all people: Mo's five-foot-nothing sister, the butt of all football jokes.

I’d let rage blind me so bad that I’d even thrown insults regarding the phone incident at her. “You’re not paying attention, Aaron.” Katelyn whined from beside me. Still, I spared her not even a nanosecond glance. “Shut it, Percy Patterson.” Lucas chided, glaring at Katelyn. Everyone except for Lucas and Katelyn chuckled. Percy Patterson was an actor who was known to be a talented, humorous whiner in every of his movie. the Image that conjured in my head was obviously funny too as I was sure it was with my brothers because we grew up watching Percy Patterson and loving his movies.

She scanned around and spotted a bunch of guys giggling like they've just pulled off the prank of the century. "Hey, what’s up? Need something?" one of the guys quipped. Getting more and more peeved, Jemma didn’t hold back. "Did you lot throw that egg at me?" she snapped, super frustrated. The guys couldn't hold it in, laughing and admitting their little stunt. "Yeah, guilty as charged! Just a joke, new girl. Chill out," one of them shrugged, trying to brush it off. Jemma was boiling. "A joke? Not cool, guys! You can’t mess with someone just because they're new here!"

Vincent pov I laugh so hard my eyes water. I haven't heard anything so ridiculous and stupid in a long time. The last time someone made me laugh like that was in high school. But the look on my Beta's face can only mean how serious his question was. I wipe away my tears and straighten my posture. Like a kid trying to look serious, I clear my throat a few times before speaking up. "That was a great joke, my friend, but warn me next time before you try to say something so absurd. One of these days, I might choke on a piece of food and die. Do you want it?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

No, not my name. "Hey, Quarterback!" Laureen shouted down the hall. "Mind clearing up the rumors? Did you really sleep with Nosy Elsa?" Everything stopped; The hallway, my breath, time itself. Jace looked up from his group. His eyes landed on mine. And for a second, I felt hopeful that he won't lie, that he'd say something kind. He walked toward us, hands in his pockets. People leaned in. Sarah squeezed my arm. "He won’t lie. He can’t."

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.

"Cardboard and suffering?" "Exactly." Jonathan’s eyes lit up, happy to see even a tiny smile. "And if that doesn’t work, I’ve got jokes. Why did the painter go to jail?" Lucy shook her head, still wiping tears. "Because he was framed!" A surprised giggle escaped her. "Oh no… that’s actually terrible." "I’ve got more," he warned with a playful grin. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "…What?" "An impasta!"

"I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!" She turned to the pale-faced Miguel, convinced that she'd figured everything out. "Don't be scared, Miguel. He's just pretending to be all respectful. It's part of their bedroom kink. These rich older guys love these role-playing games nowadays. "You're such a slut, Macy. You really stooped to such disgusting lows just to land a project? And you even have the nerve to show off about it at a team dinner?" As soon as she said that, everyone else in the room suddenly seemed to come to the same conclusion as well. After all, wh

3RD PERSON Hercules’ laugh echoed throughout the whole warehouse. “End me? How can you be sure that you can do that?” He mockingly asked JD. “I don’t need to be sure. I already know.” JD coldly said. Hercules laughs again. “I didn’t expect Black Dragon to be this funny.” He said. JD just stared dangerously at him. “Why did you do that? You can’t come to me that you attacked the café instead? Are you afraid of me?” JD taunted him. “What are you, a kid?” JD smirked at him.