Primrose Percy Novels & Stories

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

“There must be something we can do in this house.” Percy rolled his shoulders, his eyes diverting for a second. I have to say this because it’s bothering me. Percy has no right to be this beautiful. Is that how this world works? The hottest pieces are usually the biggest jerks. His hair flows to one side, and his eyes shine as he activates his wolf. It almost brings out something primal in me. “I think there’s a greenhouse or something. I haven’t explored out of this house.” I hummed. “Isn’t this a compound? There’s more than just this house.”

But here is Percy, a boy who wears enough gold that it makes Darla almost nauseous with how much metal is present on his body; a man before whom all of her captors and perpetrators bow, as though he is their god. A boy who offers Darla his hand but never reaches over to take it without Darla’s permission. A boy who treats Darla like she’s something precious. And Darla has never been a precious thing. Even now, there are times when it startles her - how Percy calls her precious, as though she were something cherished and lovely and worthy of it. As though Percy, who has all the gold a man could ever want, a man who could command precious metals at the tips of his fingertips, nonetheless finds

he said. Diane was puzzled by the word, but Liam seemed to understand better. " Be specific" Liam responded instantly “Percy Peach is in for a bumpy ride; the old tiger just breathed his last,” he said excitedly. Liam dropped the call as shock registered on his face, to Diane's bewilderment, the shock slowly melted into a cocky smile of triumph. " The same Perchy Peach?" Diane asked, utterly amazed, as he nodded in affirmation.

Percy didn’t wait to hear what she next she had to say and walked away. By the time I was done and downstairs in a brand new midi black dress and stilettos I didn’t think I was going to be wearing, my lined eye brows narrowed. There wasn’t any jet black head among the people in the reception, no one in a white shirt dress was sitting, Percy Alexandro was not here. “Where is he?” I turned to Alexis, the woman who attended to me. She had a weak smile across her face. “Uhm- well, he said he was stepping out for a while.” She answered. “I thought he relayed the message to you.”

“We’re going somewhere more private. I don’t trust anyone here. We’ll have you practise Sei for a bit. Learn what she was like. I’m going to hire a different driver because I don’t trust the previous one, for now I’ll be driving.” Once again, she just nodded her head before pulling her phone out once they got into the elevator and just searched on her phone what popped into her mind. ‘CEO at this age as well? What are with these rich people doing nowadays?’ she thought to herself, coming across Theo Valencia’s profile as Krister was taking a peek at what she was doing. “She trusts him, I think.” he finally broke the silence when they got out of the elevator, him having a hand on her back to

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

******** (Primrose Pov) When dusk came, I was the signal for a flock of birds to fly at once. I was again wrapped in a black armor full of various kinds of weapons. I wrapped myself in my black cloak with a lilac colored line and pin that red rose so that I have an identity. I covered my mouth with a black cloth up to my nose and combed my long black hair. I finally slipped my red rose into my cloak. Later, it will be an arrow that will kill some lives that will hurt my constituency.

The door creaks open, and there, in the shadows, stands Percy Adams, his face a ghostly reflection of remorse and determination. In an instant, Percy is at Seraphina’s side, freeing her from the shackles Lucas so cruelly bound. As he helps her to her feet, he sees the bulge of her belly, swollen with life. Shock and regret ripple through him; this wasn’t just a broken woman he was freeing, but his own flesh and blood, carrying another.

When everything was handled and tonight was a go, Percy decided to contact his patrons. He dismissed John to have a chat with them. He flipped open his laptop and opened to the private chat room he creates specifically for them and sent out a chat. Overall he has about twenty Patrons though not every one of them enters the hunt at once. Some will choose to be spectators alone while others will decide to bet. He relaxed back to wait for responses. The first to arrive was Mrs. Joyce. She is the wife of a Prime Minister with a whole lot of money to throw around, which Percy enjoys plenty when the money is flowing in his direction.