Percy Jackson Mrs O'leary Novels & Stories

He was Matt’s principal and the one I needed to meet with. “No, sir,” the woman, Lucy, said, her eyes still digging a hole into my face. “This woman was claiming to be Mrs. Landry. How pathetic does she sound?” Principal Thorne looked me over carefully, his thin lips thinning even more as he took me in. I felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny and suddenly I just wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. “You are Mrs. Landry?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me. “I wasn’t aware that Alpha Gavin, the most powerful Lycan Chairmen in the world, was married since his fated mate died years ago.”

She says with a chuckle, releasing from her throat. "Ola? You know Ola?" I question. Remember Ola is the mother of Anthony and Owen. Surely, I am back in the Vampire's territory. Oh, goodness. But how is she here? Is she a slave here? I cannot ask her, because I don't know if it would trigger any anger. She looks like someone I shouldn't offend. I don't think she would be an easy one to handle when she's annoyed.

she says with a kind smile. Out of all of my teachers, Mrs. Hopkins has been the only one to ever seem to care about me. She didn’t care that I was disgraced, and now it’s obvious she doesn’t care than I’m an Omega. Her kindness looks the same now as it did before I was labeled Omega. “I saw how well you did on the exams,” she says. “Very good job, Ollie.” “Thank you,” I say and mean it. “And now you get to attend the pack’s university…” she starts.

She was the head supervisor, the one who had guided to the women who took care of her. She walked towards Nicole majestically. "Hello darling, so sorry for all the trouble. I am Mrs. Perry, you can call me anything you need help." Need help with what? Nicole forced out a faint smile, "Thank you, Mrs. Perry." "It's nothing darlin'." The elderly woman held her hand gently, as a sign of love. "Now dear, Xander is expecting you in his room, just do anything he tells you to do, else, it might get wicked."

She was very natural and graceful when she came to the front of Alex and was not nervous at all. “Mr. Poole, please have some tea.” Alex indeed raised his gaze and took another look at Orla. “You are?” “My name is Orla Parkinson, and I graduated from the Northeast Institute of Foreign Languages. I am Mr. Hall’s secretary.” The woman was very poised and dignified. When she bent over to pour the tea for Alex, her cleavage was perfectly exposed. Alex took another look at her, but he did not say anything. He just picked up his tea without any expression on his face and brought it to the corner of his lips.

"Mom." Then, before Olivia knew it, someone pulled her hair from behind. "What are you doing here? Aren't you gonna sue me? Why didn't you do it? "How dare you bully my son? Do you have a death wish, little b*tch?" Olivia felt pain and hit Mrs. Yeager's hand. "Ah! Let go!" Mrs. Yeager snorted coldly and pushed her against the wall. She spoke with a fierce expression, "Do you think the Yeager family are pushovers?"

"Shall we retire to the pallor, then?" When they walked into the family room, Mrs. Jackson greeted them. "I hope ye don' mind, but I had the staff bring down the boxes of ornaments. There were many!" She shook her head. "Anyway...." She held her arms out to the side. "Enjoy! An' let me know if ye need anythin'." "She's from Ireland," Grayson stage-whispered to Quinn. Quinn chuckled. "Now, what would have given me that idea?"

Ophelia saw her hair pulled in Yolanda's hand and gasped, touching her hair. "You...you dare pull out my precious hair? I hate you!!!" She shouted, rushing out of the class to report. "You should have pulled it even more Yolanda," Bluey said. Ophelia came back with the principal immediately. Everyone went silent when she came in. "You pulled her hair," Mrs. Mackinaw said, looking at it. "She started it, ma'am," Yolanda replied. "Follow me," she said and left the class, Yolanda followed.

Josh has no idea how to react to this. “Well Oli, you aren’t old enough to know who your mate is yet. But I’ll bet that they’ll be so incredibly amazing, that you’ll forget all about me. Anyway, where’s Mrs. Taylor? Shouldn’t she be with you?” “She too slow. Like turtle. I fast, like wolf.” He brags then throws his head back and gives a toddler howl just as Mrs. Taylor, the group home director, comes running in. She gives an audible sigh in relief when she sees Oli in my lap.