Reading Percy Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Literally anything else. Inside my head, Damian just lets out a dreamy, rumbling sigh. Mate is so pretty. I wonder what her Lycan looks like. I can't help but chuckle softly, my chest vibrating against her cheek. I'm sure she'll be just as amazing, bud. After several long minutes of intense mental gymnastics, my heart rate finally slows down enough for me to open my laptop and start on my PolySci reading. I manage to get most of the way through the assigned chapter and its questions when Silas’s voice suddenly chimes through the mind-link.

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.

Whip those shifters into shape! An extremely proud dead 3rd dad, Percy. I smiled, wiping away the tears that had slipped from my eyes. I placed the red leather bound book on the table, placing the yellow leaf over it. After a minute it began to glow so I closed my eyes and after a flash of bright light I opened them back up. I flipped the book open, seeing cursive handwriting begin to emerge word by word as if it were being written before me.

I tried to exclaim so bad but even my lips felt so heavy that I couldn't feel anything, only numbness. My body stopped right in front of where he was floating. I gritted my teeth and tried moving my hands but I really couldn't. Fuck this! It was like it was glued to my waist and hips. Percy grinned before his eyes glowed into purple until my mouth slowly opened, trembling even if I wasn't trying to open it. He parted his lips and my body flinched as if my heart jumped out of my ribcage. In a second, yellow shadows of light started coming out of my mouth and it was transferring into Percy's mouth. A tear fell on my cheek as I tried moving but it was like I was wrapped by coldness while I was

PERCY She wanted to be my girlfriend! That was what the fidgeting was all about, the whole uncertainty! I felt more disappointed than I would have thought I would be. I did not know what it was I had wanted to hear -- that she had discovered her roommate was a vamp, that she had found out I kill people for living -- hell that she had spotted what she thought was a vamp, or that she knew I was an Alpha, anything but something so regular and as boring as a big girl who knew she should not be fallen fornthe playboy getting stupid enough to do that.

Rue’s POV Percy went and sat on his seat, without any single word spoken. He held his head on the palm of his hand then turned to me with a slight smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, “ she really made me mad.” “She is just being jealous, pay no attention to her.” I said Just then, I got a ping on my phone. Messages rushed through the pack network faster than any formal report ever could. Someone had dug into Percy's past with cruelty and dragged his father's death back into the open, as spectacle.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

I couldn't continue. "Until the Prince returns? Yes." He must have sensed the fear in me because he immediately took my hand again. "I doubt he'll do this again." "But he will." I whispered. He gave me a sympathetic look. I know he cared but I hated that look. "Come, I'll read something to you." Mr. Percival went on reading a really old book about a man who fought for the freedom of humankind. I listened to him for about ten minutes before my eyes began to feel droopy. They almost closed when the door suddenly opened wide. He came in, with his usual domineering aura. His steps were light and fast.

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

The way she’d made a monster out of the system and then argued with it. Jax snorted out a sound that was half laugh, half… something else. “You okay?” his sister asked without looking up. “Yeah,” he said, eyes tracking the lines. “Just… found some weird fanfic.” He read all the way to the end of the first chapter without meaning to. When he reached the comment box, his thumb hovered. Whoever this **InkAndAshes** was, they got it. How terror wasn’t just jump scares. How it was humiliation. Powerlessness. The feeling that the story had been written without your input and you were just being dragged along for the ride.