Percy Jackson Mom Novels & Stories

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs. "Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes. "W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?” "Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo. “Oh my… I'm not your mother—” "No! Mom can't be like that! Should not." Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

"Because she looks like The Trunchbull from that movie you used to make me watch when we were kids." My father and I both chuckled."You mean Matilda." Jake shrugged his shoulders."Whatever movie she is from, my neighbour is her twin. So how is Mom? Can we see her?"He asked, looking at my father. "Yes, Let's go see her."We followed my Dad down the corridor towards my Mom's private room, she was sitting up in her bed watching the door and waiting for us. "Oh, there you are. I was worried that you two had already left."My mom said and reached her arms out towards us for a hug.

She answered nonchalantly. "Culinary? That's not even a course to be consider, darling. You actually remind me about your mom, Emerald Marie." He stated with a warm smile in his lips. Mom? Mom was never a chef. She suddenly remember, according to Patty, their mom was a former beauty queen and an active environmentalist. She never heard anything from Patty that their Mom who loves to cook food. Feeling a bit strange and curious, she manage to shed the thoughts off through her mind and just focus on the conversation with her Dad.

I went after her immediately. "Mom, what's the matter?" I wasn't just curious, I was worried. She seemed pale and I was hoping nothing was wrong with her health. But it seemed like she was just waiting for me to ask that question. "I should be the one asking you.” She snapped at me instantly. “What's up with you and Arthur? You barely called us the entire week; you barely checked in on us to see if we’re still dead or alive; you barely remembered you have a family back here. You love to live in a mansion, don't you? Well, just get married to Arthur then! And you better forget you have a mother while you're at it."

When I was eight, a prank by my little sister, Alice, left silver poison eating away at my heart. To save me, my dad knelt at the Temple of the Moon Goddess for ninety-nine days. Only then did he win two moonstone pendants from the Goddess, enough to hold the poison at bay. After that, Alice became the family pariah. They stopped speaking to her. They wouldn't even let her smile. For my sake, my father traveled far and wide searching for a cure for the silver poison. My mom quit her work as a healer to care for me, because the moonstone pendants needed her at the Moon Temple every day to replenish their magic. I always believed the Moon Goddess watched over me, blessing me with the best fami

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

"Oh, mom, I love you. But I really gotta go. I'll talk to you soon okay? Why don't you call Percy, I think he's having breakfast with Jacqueline." Mom almost sounded giddy from the other line, she hung up on me within seconds making me feel light on my feet as I got out of the car then walked straight to the elevator, ready to take on my full day of work meetings.

Mom walked up to me and squats down before me then placed her hand on my cheek. "Don't cry my dear. Leave that energy for revenge and battle. Don't forget the fact that the person your father had a car accident with is senator Veronica Hampton's husband and she is already looking for you. she has laid low for so many years and now I heard that she's looking for you, you have to be ready for me, for yourself, for your father and for the love you have for Ace. Revenge and let that woman understand that our families were both victims of a greedy family member who was so obsessed with money." She told me while holding my jaw firmly in her hand.

Percy quickly moved as she crossed in front of his door, making sure she didn't notice him. Percy’s curiosity was piqued. He needed to know more. Silently, he crept towards the door, careful not to make a sound. Peering through the crack, he saw his mother, her face a mask of anger and determination. Marissa stood nearby, wringing her hands nervously behind her. "This Jake,” his mother continued murmuring as she walked, “he’s not just some random kid. There’s history. Connections. And that transaction… it’s the key to everything. If only those detectives could do their jobs.”