Percy Jackson Stories Novels & Stories

" she looked at me, her eyes glossy. I sighed. Then she looked like she had remembered something all of a sudden andgotup and walked to the dining table to retrieve something from her bag. I turned to look at the fireplace and saw that there was a lighter next to it, maybe I could light it up later on. Latifah came back to me with five books in her hands. She handed them to me. "I hope you like Percy Jackson." she told me while I stared at the books. It was a series. I looked at their covers. #1 Percy Jackson, The lightening thief. #2 Percy Jackson, The sea of monsters. #3 Percy Jackson, The Titan's curse. #4 Percy Jackson, The Labyrinth. And #5 Percy Jackson, The Last Olympian. I stared at

“My daughter, my demi-god.” I’m a demi-god? … pft Ahahaha kidding. I have always been interested in Greek Mythology but I don’t know much about them except of course the famous 12 olympians and my favorite was Athena of course, who wouldn’t? I have watched Percy Jackson, Troy, and Hercules. They really are awesome. Ack. It’s quite heavy, jeez. I picked it up and went to a table near the shelf. I started to read from the start and find it quite interesting. There are stories about the major gods and goddesses, and some stories about mortals. Most of them were love stories though.

There is something about these stories that make her fall in love a hundred or maybe even a thousand times. Ever since Vida was a little girl, her grandfather would always give her books for Christmas and her birthdays. It started out with picture books until she could read and then she was a goner. Out of all the books she has read, it was Percy Jackson who really left a mark on her heart. “I think, I’ve read it for about four times,” Vida replied. “Shut up. Don’t fool me, you’ve read this more than four times.” Tessa said as she handed her the book back to Vida. She looked at her friend to gauge her reaction. “They’re not even real, Sades.”

It changed daily, but W-17-D listened nonetheless because it was something to do. W-18-D was quiet today. W-17-D assumed that he was in for weekly experiments. Everyone was always quiet afterward for a few days. The experiments were painful, they needed to let their bodies adjust. He left his neighbor be and instead attempted to read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief for the umpteenth time. W-17-D had read it so many times, he could probably recite it, word for word. He needed to put in a request for more reading material.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look

"Good. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you down and know that I did that to you." She took him deep again, and this time Marcus didn't hold back. He thrust into her mouth, watching her take it, watching the way she moaned around him. When he came, it was with her name, and she swallowed every drop with obvious satisfaction. Afterward, they lay on the office floor—utterly inappropriate, utterly reckless—and Sienna traced patterns on his chest. "We're going to be okay," she said. "All three of us. I know it seems impossible right now, but we're going to figure this out."

She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

I admitted because if I can't be honest with Gabriel, who can I be honest with? "That makes sense. I know it was really hard on your mom. I'll be sure to share more Percy stories with you guys. Although I don't have too many." He promised me, and I think I was actually excited to learn about Percy, who felt more like a myth than an actual person at this point. Who really are you Percy?