Percy's Table Novels & Stories

"I don't care what you're thinking, but don't ever put yourself in danger anymore. Didn't it occur to you that the people around you would worry about you?" I blinked dazedly. Then, my heart warmed. I was an orphan, so I rarely received kindness from others. Blake's words were so heartwarming that they felt odd to me. Ultimately, I promised him that I would never put myself in danger anymore. He only relented after that. … After moving into the Lawson residence, I found that Lila had been locked inside the study to reflect on her mistakes. Despite that, the butler still brought her soup daily. It was the one that had been laced with the slow-acting poison.

He countered and before I could give my consent or refuse his suggestion, he said, "Percy already reserved a table for dinner, he will soon be here.” It was barely a minute after he said this that the doorbell rang only for the door lock to clink open. "Ready?” Percy asked, passing me a wink. "Yeah!” When we arrived at the five star restaurant, Jax was already seated behind a table munching some pastries. "You're paying for that.” Percy said as soon as we got to the table. "You guys were taking forever to come around and I was starving.” Jax replied amisdts mouthfuls.

"This is your love line." She pointed to another line, "This is your career line." Then she pointed to a small line near his thumb and softly asked, "Do you know what this line is?" "What line is it?" Percival asked. Eulalia’s expression changed, and she suddenly drove the silver fork into Percival’s palm, pinning it to the table. The fork glinted coldly, and blood spilled across the table. Percival screamed in pain, collapsing onto the table. Dishes fell, and the scent of oil and blood mixed in the air.

Nobody went smaller in gambling. So she pulled out her car key and slammed it on the table. “A Porsche Panamera. I just bought it, and it cost over a million. So let’s call it one million flat. You in?” I stared at the keys, eyes glinting, and Taylor smirked knowingly. She covered the keys with her hand. “I’m putting up a million dollars. You’ll have to put up something equal in value.” “Earlier, I won half a million grand, and with my house deed added in, that’s about a million. I’m not taking advantage of you.”

My hand brushed against his, and I ended up resting my elbow on the round table, attempting to sit more casually and relaxed, like I wasn't about to participate in an Ironman Triathlon. The table was adorned with battery-operated candles, dice, nuts, and an assortment of liquor bottles and whiskey glasses. Perry handed out three dice to everyone, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers. "Ashton would know..." he began, but stopped abruptly when Perth shot him a no-nonsense look. Davin mimicked slicing his neck, presumably signaling Perry not to pursue that topic. But I couldn't be entirely sure. "Let's talk about something else," Kaleb said sternly, his voice commanding.

The table was bare with no sign of papers or briefcase, what is this ploy? “Shall dinner begin?” he asked and grabbed the menu on the table. My jaw slacked and my eyes widened. Did we actually come here to sign papers or for dinner? “I didn’t come here to eat, percy told me-” I turned in Percy direction my eyes slanting as I stared at his face. “I told you we were having dinner with your father, you came late don’t blame it on me Eden.” Percy snapped in my direction, his eyes were cold and off.

Tonight the hall was dark, and only a thin line of light spilled from Eren’s chamber upstairs. Hades frowned and lit the lamps. The table had not been cleared. The ambrosia figs prepared for Persephone’s birthday rite sat untouched on their silver tray, the spring candles had burned low and crooked, and the cup of pomegranate wine for their fifth marriage anniversary had gone dark. He looked away and went upstairs. Eren was in his chamber, staring into a viewing tabletthe dissolution decree of the marriage . Around him lay empty shells of honeyed fruit, sugared lotus petals, and jars of sweet cream Persephone would never have allowed him to eat all at once.

Chapter 259 Mr. White came on stage, he wore a pure white mask and said, "This is the last one. It is a rare and once-in-a-lifetime treasure. I think as long as you see it, you will love it. No one will resist its temptation." "I won’t say too much. Here it is." The moment he finished speaking, a table slowly rose from the middle of the stage, on which a box covered with red cloth was laid. Etan frowned.

God, what am I saying? I'm nervous, Lucero and Adal had good intentions to bring me to a restaurant where I can feel at home, but I never visited a restaurant because they cost an arm and a leg. Let's be honest, those who have money can do and undo it, but a poor person can only sigh. On the table, we have seafood, spaghetti, a glass of water, and a glass of wine. Thank God they chose a table far from the view of everyone, it's like a private place, I like it.

Percy was still arranging his tools in his bag when a knock came in three rows. "Who is it?" Ophelia inquired. "It's only me, my Luna," came the masculine response. "Show yourself," In came Hamilton, one of the head butlers. The one who had come to announce at the tavern where she worked in Petersburg, that Finlay wasn't dead. The boy had the same expression as Percy upon seeing Ophelia's baldness, except he was quick enough to compose himself and bow. "What is it, Hamilton?" Ophelia rose from her chair to face the butler.