Percy Jackson Stepdad Novels & Stories

Faye is already flirting with the guys who bought us drinks, swiveling her seat back and forth. I turn her stool around so she faces me, my eyes finally disconnecting from Derek’s. “My dad is here,” I growl. “Your dad? Owen? Isn’t he in jail?” she asks dumbly. Christ. “My step-dad,” I clarify, cocking my head upwards, my eyebrows arched. Her eyes travel up and I don’t need to ask if she saw him, because the minute she does, she exhales loudly like he’d just shoved two fingers into her. I swear she moans a little when she sees him.

PERCIE “So, dear, your dad is a policeman?” Grandpa started. As if he didn’t know already. The baked salmon was delicious, and it looked like Hailey was enjoying the dinner as well. “Leave the girl to enjoy her meal,” Grandma said. “How’s the salmon, dear?” “It’s really good, Grandma. Thanks for inviting me over.” Hailey smiled at her. “And yes, my dad is a cop. That’s how he met Percie.”

I ask cautiously. “I know you are frightened of them finding about us, they are not home, I have missed you so much." The man licks his lips. Regardless of his age, Mr. Jaxon has always been a good looking man but his desperation and insistence was beginning to disgust me. “I made it clear to you dad, we have to stop this, it's not just about being caught." My stepfather moves on the bed, gripping my shoulder tenderly. “You can't leave me all high and dry

She introduced her to me like I had no idea who was standing in front of me. Playing dumb, I smirked as I extended my hand to shake hers. Making sure that I squeeze her palm so hard that she could feel the pain, I released her palm when she let out a painful wince. “I’m Thomas Matthews,” An older man came from behind her and he looked nothing like Lexi Finn’s dad, “I’m her stepfather.” He added as if noticing my confusion. No wonder he was able to quickly sell her off like that because Lexi had always been the spoiled and loved child of her parents.

"Free from an insanely cheeky daughter." The strain in Olivia's voice was palpable. From what I'd learnt, Pete had been her stepdad, taking on the mantle of fatherhood when she was twelve. The man had told me that, as well as the school records he'd given me. Her birth father, Werner Schumann had passed on when she was just six. Funny how I remembered all that. Funny how my once muddled up memory had improved magically. Everything was coming back, both the good and the bad, and now I was stuck with the knowledge that Pete, a man who although had sold his stepdaughter off was dead. Wasted by a werewolf. Wasted by my kind. There was no guilt worse than that.

“It is my business. He is suddenly showing up everywhere around you. He can’t stay away from the house. What exactly does he want?” Emily laughed. “Oh, you’re nosy now? He’s your stepfather, and that’s all you need to know.” “Stepfather?” I stepped forward, my fists tight. “He popped out from the blue. You barely know him, and he throws money everywhere. What kind of ‘stepfather’ is that?” "Shut the fuck up!" She slammed her glass down. “You don’t get to ask about my life! I raised you, fed you, and kept you alive. You owe me! Concentrate on that!”

My mum was not yet back, she had called earlier to inform me that she would be coming back late. I was about to go in when my Stepdad walked in reeking of alcohol. “He must have drawn himself into drinking again.” I muttered to myself. “Have sex with me, I'll keep it a secret.” My Stepdad blurted out, as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and hot body.

Truly happy. And that realization made something inside me twist painfully. After my father died, she hadn’t been the same. She had shut down in her own way, just like I had. Quiet. Distant. Existing, but not really living. And now… this man had brought her back. The man I once imagined. And now… He was going to be my stepfather. “When is the wedding?” I asked, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Soon,” she replied easily. “Later this month. Not weeks away.”

He really knew the effect he had on me. "Call me Step Daddy." My stomach twisted. Forbidden word and wrong. But could I complain when Damon looked extraordinary handsome than the devil's son himself? No! I couldn't. I didn’tcare if he was the devil himslef because I would follow himto hell if I had to. "Say it." His words made me open my mouth slowly, before closing it. "Step Daddy." "Louder." "Step Daddy!" He smirked. Dark. Cruel. His hand trailed down my side. Fingers dug in. I gasped.

I stormed down the room and slammed the glass tabletop hard enough to break my own hand, "You said you didn't know where Twen was when you had him all this time, and now you're lying about Tony's whereabouts. Tell me where he is, or else, I won't leave any stone unturned to destroy this beloved business of yours." Dad gave me a frozen look. He spoke each word through gritted teeth, "I got back on plan to get the kid out of the way. Why would I stop Stephan from removing that Omega from my path? I left the rest to him. I don't know where he took your b*tch!"