Percy's Table 소설 & 이야기

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.

Had this been another nobleman reaching for imperial blood out of ambition, the conversation would have ended far differently. But Percy had never asked me for anything. Not status. Not land. Not power. Which made his lapse far more dangerous. Because men like Percy only fell when the emotion was real. I eventually rose from the table and walked slowly toward the tall window overlooking the lower districts of Vagabond. Thousands of lights burned across the city beneath the dark sky while military patrols moved like shadows through the streets. The empire never slept. Behind me, Percy remained silent. Then, without turning: “If you cannot decide what Seraphina means to you, then I will decide

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.

I squinted, looking at Grady as the words left his mouth. "Grady, don't be rude. Shall we? they will be gone for a while," Percy holdout his hand and I decided to ignore Grady and get up from my seat, slowly... giving him a show of my breasts lingering longer than needed, making sure my perfume tickle his senses. Percy chuckled knowing exactly what I was trying to do and took my hand to the crook of his arm once I was to his side.

Percy looked around and immediately met the gorgeous eyes of his mother, Katarina. Everyone looked in Katarina's direction so she forced a smile and nodded. "O-Of course, son . . ." she told him. Percy nodded with a cold expression on his face. He didn't say any important after that and just ended his speech with a greeting. Everyone clapped their hands after his short speech. The event went on and businessmen were already gathered at one table to talk about their companies. Percy was one of them, he was sitting beside Ezekiel Dela Cruz who was having a good time chatting with the daughter of a businessman beside him.

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.

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.

Percy’s look says it all for him. “What the hell is going on here?”

“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.