Percy's Table Novels & Stories

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.”

He didn’t even blink at the spectacle we’d become. I, on the other hand, felt dangerously close to vomiting my insides out. “What exactly are you doing?” I whispered, barely turning my head. “Better question,” he murmured back, “is what you just did. I’m impressed.” “You’re not going to blow this up?” His mouth quirked into something between a smirk and a threat. “Sweetheart, you just paraded me through a room full of bored aristocrats and shattered half their assumptions. I wouldn’t ruin that for the world.”

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.

"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.

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.