Percy's Table Novels & Stories

The thing filled me and forced me to feel it inside me. "No..." Yesss... the inner slut in me purred in ecstasy wanting him to play with the settings. The yoga pants were still on when he told me to open my eyes. "We're going to have dinner, Percy had arranged the table." The first thing I saw was the sly expression on Grady's face and the obvious wants on Percy's. But what I didn't expect was another present. "Time to give you mine, sit down, you can look." Percy kneels beside my chair when he's back from his room. He had taken off his suit jacket and tucking he's sleeves, showing me his sexy forearms.

Percival and I moved to the next room, but his face twisted in disgust when we both caught a whiff of something foul. "Damn, looks like they left in a hurry," Percival said, pulling his T-shirt up over his nose. I glanced around at the table, still littered with remnants from a casual pig roast—just a few bones, some rotting fruit, and metal bowls with gunk stuck to them. Some chalices were upright, while others had tipped over, leaving crimson stains on the old tablecloth. Chairs were scattered around, some tipped over. It was clear animals had a feast here, and I was surprised so much evidence was still lying around after all this time.

Percy, thinking he’d scored a small win, looked even more pleased. Once the drinks and desserts arrived, Stellar placed the file on the table and looked up. "Mr. Moore, shall we get to the actual discussion now?"

Her milky eyes gleamed with energy. “Have you shrunk?” Alpha Gray teased as he gently hugged her. The top of Perla’s tight curled powder-white hair barely reached to his chest. “Watch it, young man”, Perla laughed and limped back behind the kitchen counter. Perla put the chocolate cookies on a plate and brought them over to the small round wooden table in the corner. The table’s surface was weathered, worn, and covered in complicated hand-painted designs. A black Obsidian scrying mirror lay on a felt cloth in the middle.

"You talk as if you don't look perfect yourself." Percy shook his head and laughed. Our little moment ended when we stepped out of the last garden arch. Even amongst the crowd, my eyes found our families' table. Dad and Koen shared a table with Percy's grandpa. Pierce had probably left. I knew he didn't like attending this type of party, where the wealthy and well-known were gathered in one place, but I was already so glad he was here earlier.

In the end, Percy could no longer suppress his longing, and that was why he came to see me. He didn't say much. He only asked if I could make him one last meal, promising that he'd never come back to interfere with my life again. I hesitated briefly, then went into the kitchen and poured him a bowl of soup. Percy bent over the bowl and drank in large gulps. The soup tasted the same as it had years ago, but the feeling it once carried was gone. Tears of regret fell into the bowl, one after another. Before long, he finished every last drop and said his final goodbye.

She made her way to the dining but was surprised to see there was no one at the table, just dishes, foods, drinks and fruits were on the table, just then Eric came out of the kitchen. “Where's Mr Perry?” She asked “He’s in his exercise room” “He’s not having dinner?” “He’s already had his dinner. Yours is the only one left” Angela glanced at the hearty spread on the table. There was a plate of chicken, pie, avocados, salad, and different fruits and vegetables. She marvelled at the assorted dishes on the table. “All this for me?” she asked “Yes ma'am” he replied and she sat down “I can’t eat all this. Would you care to join me?” She inquired but Eric smiled before replying

Peter put his hand into his suit pocket and came out with a colored image of Lucas Huan in one of his press conferences, which he handed to Percy. " We will get in touch with you when the deal is done, " Percy said as his party got to their feet and headed for the door. " Now what? "Peter asked Joe. " We wait for his call. " TARGET CREATED

My mom patted my head and told me to talk things over with Percy before she left the room, taking a very confused Derick with her. Percy glanced around, noticing how different this place was compared to the Scott family's lavish décor. There were no ornate wallpapers or heavy drapes. This room actually felt like a home—warm and cozy. It wasn’t big, but everything had a soft touch. Sitting there, he seemed almost out of place, shifting uncomfortably as he took in his surroundings. "I didn't expect you to actually come back home. You have no idea how long I've been looking for you," he said.

"We're going to pop over to the pub. You almost done here?" Mory grinned and shook her head. "Nah, you boys go on ahead. I got to get this charting taken care of." Percy slapped his hand on the doorframe then twisted his lips to the side. "Can I ask you something?" Mory glanced up and nodded. "Of course. What's up?" Percy sat down in the club chair and leaned over with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in between them. "When we were up at that mine, how did you know that man wasn't going to make it? I mean, did I miss something in my assessment?"