Persephone Pjo Novels & Stories

I let out a low moan and forced my eyelids open so that I could see Achilles' and Perseus' faces. There's some pressure on my chest, could someone be doing first aid on me? "That's it, good girl," Perseus whispered as he ran his hand over my face. There's an aura around him, as if the light is trapped and makes him brighter. I want to say how beautiful it is, I want to raise my hand and caress his skin, but it's all so hard and I close my eyes again. I want to rest. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed

" His voice carried over to where I was. I wanted to turn around so bad but I didn't, didn't want to act like her presence here bothered me or anything, or that I was curious and I wanted to listen to their conversations, so I kept on walking. I walked back into my room and quickly closed the door then stepped away from it. What the hell was Persephone doing here? She was supposed to be the "wife of Hades" or mistress or whatever. I had read in the books about the romance between them, was it all real? What was she doing here now? She had referred to herself as Lady of the household. I didn't like that one bit. I was still pacing my room when the door was opened and one of the goblins walked

The fury had never been loyal to the mistress of the underworld and all he had to do was to wait for Zeus to take action and teach his beloved daughter a lesson in Godding 101. The Journal of life has finally resurfaced and all three of them had sensed it, for they all gave apiece of them to that book. It was their failproof, a contigency measure in case a God like Persephone chooses to go astray and behave like how she is behaving now. By now, the handler of the book is well aware of what it was capable of. And also, by now, Hades was sure that Persephone had a taste of the power of the journal.

Persephone nodded, "You are the only one I am talking to, and you can relax, I will not change you into a frog if that is what you fear." The girl laughed, the sound coming out more as a snort as she clamped her hand over her mouth, the other girls who were talking to Stylani sending her a glare before she apologized then turned to Persephone, whispering, "I honestly do not think you are a pharmakis like they do." Persephone's lips made an 'O' "Why would you think I am not?" "Well for one," She said, "I doubt a real pharmakis would warn me about turning me into a frog before she does it, oh and my parents are Sir Aurelius Valerius and Goddess Demeter." Then added quietly, "I am an Halfling."

It was a long table that seated at least twenty women of all ages, although most were young. When I took my seat beside Arya, a sudden hush fell over the table which had hitherto been buzzing with arguments about Arya’s bestseller. “Guys, this is my dear friend, Persephone,” Arya introduced me. “If you – if you read the dedication of the novel, you would know that she helped me a lot with my book.” “I had thought –“ An old woman sitting a few seats away from Arya started, “I had thought the name Persephone Adelard must have been a mistake or you were bullied into putting it in the book.”

Even it looked bored. I flipped through the pages, seeing the lines I’d written weeks ago. My cat shifter, João, was supposed to be dangerous, magnetic, impossible to resist. Instead, he read like a grumpy landlord who hated everyone. And my heroine? She was supposed to be fierce and full of life. But I couldn’t even get her to walk across the page without sounding like she was trudging through mud. “Carolina, você está perdida,” I muttered to myself. Carolina, you’re lost.

She hisses at me from her mother’s side. “Thanks, bestie.” I blow a kiss at her and roll my eyes. Spending almost four months with such a vile creature almost drove me insane, but I needed her. She created the original Waiting Room. She was the only one who could help me create the light versions for Kardiá tou Menae. Persephone glares at Melinoë. “Can I trust you to stand on your own without trying to kill anyone, Melinoë?” Melinoë flicks her forked tongue and makes a guttural sound. “Fine.”

I replied in the affirmative, and she sent heart eyes emojis as her response. When I finally got there, I could smell the sweet aroma of my favorite rice recipe from the door. I took it in whilst standing there, smiling like a fool. Then, I hung my jacket on the hanger beside the door and my feet began to work. I started toward the kitchen, making sure that my footsteps were as light as possible. I had no idea what I expected to see, but it was not what I was seeing right now. Persephone stood beside a counter, dressed up in a red lingerie as she stirred whatever was in the pot. There was a glass of juice on the counter, and she looked around to see if the coast was clear at first.

Cole hummed slowly, stroking his chin. “The Lord had told me that she was from the outside continent.” Dionysus had to modify the fact for a little. He couldn’t easily tell them that this place was inside the book and all the labels were, in fact, from the earth. So, he twisted the fact to fit into the narrative for their well-being. Persephone bit her lower lip, eyes were looking elsewhere. She was looking so stiff. Whereas, Hades’s expression was frozen. Acting nonchalant and ignorant was Hades's specialty, anyway.