Percy Jackson Phoebe Novels & Stories

He said apathetically, "Mom, whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow." Caroline knocked the coffee mug from the table, sending it crashing to the floor in pieces. She pointed at my nose, fuming, "What's so good about this woman? Mrs. Prescott's daughter is returning to the country soon. Hurry up and divorce her!" Startled, I shrank into his arms, only to catch the scent of roses—Lucia's scent. Gabriel clenched his jaw and said firmly, "Phoebe might not measure up to Lucia, but I promised I'd stand by her and love her for as long as I live! Get those ideas out of your head, Mom."

I literally envied him. True, I had hit him with my bike back then on my tenth birthday because he was always with Phoebe. They were always whispering, snickering and laughing together. That was a major piss off. What did she see in him anyway? Thoughts of the things Cole told me during our stand off kept playing in my head. Phoebe's pregnant for you. Phoebe is pregnant and alone with no one to support her because you keep attacking her each time she sees you.

"This year we'll finally be old enough to join the council... Maybe we'll find boyfriends too?" "You know it's gonna be great!" Phoebe snickers, bumping shoulders with me. "After all it's our final year! Our training will be complete and we will have our own place and destinies to fulfill." Phoebe is a phoenix. She has a twin brother named Knox. He's a thunderbird. Together, they are unstoppable! She is one of the strongest girls I've ever met. She doesn't put up with crap from any of the school bullies either. Not that there aren't plenty who wish harm on her or our friends. But she can hold her own if she needs to.

It seemed to be a bad idea, owing that Lucas still had an unsettled score with Trevor and telling him about this would only add fuel to burning fire. Annie succeeded in cheering her up by the end of the call as she let her in on all the adventurous trips she’d been out on with Paul. She went further and described their in-bed adventures, which made Phoebe shudder, as she thought Paul to be a beast of some sort. But then, she remembered she had a new kind of vampire in the person of Lucas that seeped orgasms from its victims. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips at that thought. Thirty minutes later, they ended the call and Phoebe was in a better mood. She walked into to the bathroom wher

Sure enough, I turned my head back and met the gaze of a pretty girl who immediately put away the resentment and disgust she had just felt and showed a smile of graceful disdain, "Hi, I'm Phoebe, Kylie's best friend." I didn't need to emphasize that last sentence, I knew how hostile she was. They all already knew what happened this morning. "She's the daughter of the former Gamma. Kylie is the niece of Alpha's mother. They're not that close, they are love rivals after all." My deskmate quietly reminded me in my ear.

she insists as usual. “I don’t want to be around Leroy, Phoebe. You know this,” I say softly. The truth is I would be by her side if Leroy was not around. I don’t trust my Lycan around him anymore. Not when it crawled on his arms when I was not even aware of it. “Leroy is your mate, damn it! When are you going to stop being so stubborn and childish!” Phoebe is now yelling at me. She happens to be the only person who can do that without my Lycan going crazy and blood thirsty.

"What I felt for Derek was safe. Comfortable. A fantasy I built up over six years. What I feel for Reign is terrifying and real and so much bigger than anything I've ever experienced. He sees me, Phoebe. Not the girl I pretend to be, not the fantasy version. Just me. Messy and complicated and completely imperfect. And he wants me anyway." "That's beautiful." Phoebe smiles, then winces as the expression pulls at her bruised throat. "Ow. Note to self, no smiling with a crushed windpipe." "You should be resting, not sitting here counseling me through my identity crisis." "I can multitask." She stands carefully. "Come on. Let's go check on Reign. And then we need to figure out this Vanessa situa

“Miss Phoebe. Your father mentions you a lot. Good to see you too.” She batted her lashes, her smile widening. “Please, call me Phoebe. I’ve heard so much about you.” “I’m sure you have,” I said, my tone dismissive as I turned back to Darius. Phoebe’s face faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, stepping closer as she tried again. “It must be exhausting, leading such a powerful pack. I imagine you rarely have time to relax. Perhaps I could show you around—” “Darius,” I interrupted, ignoring her entirely. “Where is your eldest daughter?”