Percy's Table Novels & Stories

she says simply. Dread begins to seep in, curling at the back of Alcina’s throat. “Mercenaries?” her voice is hoarse. Darla looks at her, appraising. Sizing her up. “Perhaps you should ask your future husband about the matter.” Darla’s words make the dread swell, suffocating and harsh and a lot like the sharp taste of iron. * * * * * * * * * * With a clang, a small, silver dagger clatters onto the center of the long table, tossed there by Alpha Percy. With an expressionless face, Percy leans back into his chair, propping his chin lazily on his hand along the armrest.

Maybe I should have said Percy was in trouble. I debated on whether I should send another text when I saw that they had managed to apprehend Percy. Each of his four limbs was being held by a different guy, and even then I could see that they were having trouble keeping him still. I watched as the redhead started pacing back and forth in front of Percy. Clearly taunting him. Shit, I needed to do something. I watched as Aaron picked up a beer bottle and smashed it against a table, brandishing the now jagged glass like a weapon.

The room was dimly lit with the strong smell of cigar mixed with cocoa filling my nostrils. He strode towards us while I took a seat, unwilling to be anywhere near him while Persia embraced him in a hug “Careful,” she said lightly. Percy didn’t turn right away. “About what?” She leaned back facing him “You’re doing the serious leader thing again.” I wasn’t expecting it but I saw it, a flicker. Percy’s expression loosened slightly. “Which version do you prefer?” he asked. “The one that pretends he’s human occasionally,” she said.

“Let’s go eat.” Piercy didn’t fight me as I pulled him to the diningroom. Even the pack members could feel the tension as they quietly talked. A few people would glance over at the head table, but no one really moved. “I got you a drink.” Beau glanced up when I sat down. He pushed over a drink to me. “Thank you.” Peircy put a hand on my leg. A server was quick to come over with two plates. Smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans looked amazing.

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.

I leaned against the doorway and watched him for a moment. His brows were slightly furrowed as he stepped back to inspect the table from a different angle. Then he frowned, walked forward and adjusted a spoon. He stepped back again. I couldn’t help it as a small laugh escaped me. Percy immediately looked up. “You’re laughing at me,” he accused, though his tone held no real irritation. “I’m just observing,” I corrected calmly. He crossed his arms. “How does it look?” I tilted my head slightly. “Like a royal banquet.”

"The surgery will definitely be successful. You'll become healthy in no time." "After your recovery, I'll make you your favorite dishes," Mom chimed in lovingly. Simon suddenly pulled out a dazzling moonstone necklace. "I bought the necklace you fancied at the auction last time. After the surgery, I'll put it on for you!" They were all so focused on Laila that none of them remembered that I was also about to undergo surgery. I thought I was used to being neglected. But as I neared the end of my life, the sight before me still broke my heart.

“If there’s anything missing, say the word. We’ll make it happen.” Emory nods like she’s mentally mapping out her attack strategy. The first table is decadent—caviar bar, foie gras, oysters, truffle everything. Perry looks genuinely stunned. Emory glances at him and says, “Told you she didn’t do paper plates.” “Wow, this is... something else,” Perry says, still looking at the table like it just proposed marriage.

"I don't know. Anything. Do you like to read? Do you like flowers?" Percival, at the round table across from Jean, continued to eat without paying attention to the looks of the other people. He was hungry, he was tired, and he needed his strength. But at the same time, he was able to answer, "Yes. I like to read. But I don't like flowers." "Take your time. We still have time." "Why do you want to know more about me?"

I grimaced before typing a reply. To: Percival What is it, a date? I don't like dates. From: Percival I'm the food. My eyes twinkled upon reading his reply. To: Percival Go!!!!! From: Percival Joke! Let's eat a proper meal. I'm on my way J See ya! I grimaced and got up to change my clothing right away. I wore a black tank top and a short denim skirt. I also made a clean appearance by Bunning my hair. Because we are only going out to eat, I only put on a little layer of make-up.