Reading Percy Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she finally interjected, slamming her register shut and waving her pen at me from a distance, earning a disapproving glance from Percy. "I heard you, and let me tell you, I don't give a damn," she hissed, her eyes piercing through me. "What? How can you not care? You're a girl too, just like me," I persisted, trying to reason with her. "Huh! We're not the same. You're from the group that remained strong while everyone else suffered during those chaotic times. You've got some nerve calling me out for not wanting to help you," she retorted angrily, tossing the pen in my direction. Percy swiftly intervened, catching it before it could hit me.

Cali is about to say cut, but he did not expect Perci to obey the script literally. She remained frozen when Perci touched her nape and savored her lips. A butterfly on her stomach is hard to control as Perci started roaming inside her mouth. She asked herself, why can't she push him away? "Arf! Arf! Arf!" Perree barked and bit Perci's sweatpants. "Alright, baby. Are you hungry?" says Perci as if nothing happened. He carries Perree to the kitchen to find milk for his breakfast.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

ELEANOR’S POV. It had been a week since I last saw Alpha Cruz, and I wondered where he had headed. He had his Beta inform me of his traveling, although he never said a word about where he went to. The house had been so quiet without him, meal times too. I know we rarely spoke, but all the same, his presence would have meant a lot. I turned page after page, trying to read the book I had in my hand. It was a new book by an author, ThePenQueen. Something about an Omega coming back to life: I didn't want to read too much because I feared I might get engulfed in my imagination. I might want more than life can give. I might want to die and come back to life as someone else. Maybe I might get a cha

Percy’s POV: “Fuck, Percy!” Came Latricia’s voice as I ran my tongue over her clit, and it was quite literally the best sound I’d heard in a very long time. I found that Latricia was already wet when I brought my mouth to her and it filled me with great pride that I hadn’t needed to touch her much to get her dripping. However, it wasn’t just me, if she had any idea how crazy she made me feel too… Latrica went from moaning my name as I ate her out, to spewing a bunch of incomprehensible rubbish. Her hand dug into my hair while she fondled with her breasts with the other hand. The sight of it was so hot, it made my cock throb painfully.

Percy watches her go, his smirk widening. I make my way over to him, nudging his side with my elbow. “What exactly am I witnessing here?” Percy sighs dramatically. “A tragic tale of unrequited love.” I arch a brow. “Unrequited?” He shrugs, feigning innocence. “She pretends to be unaffected, but you see how she flounders when I flirt with her.” I glance toward Nixie, who is now aggressively towelling off her hair, glaring at nothing in particular. “She does look a little flustered.”

The burning sensation spread faster, my breath roughened. “Percy…” The name tore out of me, strained. Something flickered in my head. Not clear. Just a feeling. Movement. A low growl, distant, not mine. My breath came faster. “That’s not me…” My fingers curled into my shirt. “Percy, what’s happening to you…” Percy’s POV My back slammed against the tree harder than I meant, the rough bark biting into my skin. I stayed there, pressed against it, my chest rising scraggly , every breath scraping like broken glass through my lungs.

Cedric is now braiding one of the girls' hair, and my jealousy spikes again, seeing his fingers brushing against her exposed shoulders as he gathers all her hair in his hands. “Relax your expression,” Percy muttered, walking back to stand beside me. He’s a lot more calm now, seeing that his mate is alright and just here visiting with her old friends. “You look like you want to start a fight. That’s not going to get him to want to talk to you.” “I can’t help it,” I growled, “I hate seeing him flirting with everyone but me.” “I hate to tell you this, Gamma, but it’s your own fault. I wouldn’t want to talk to you either if you were always looking at me like that. Calm your tits and wipe the gri

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

A bold dare. By the time I collapsed onto my bed at home, I stared at the ceiling like some tragic soap opera heroine. What a day. And then the realization struck. How the hell did Pierce know about my noodle diet? I never told him. And he didn’t just know that—he somehow knew my favorite book. And the exact chapter I kept rereading. I squinted up at the ceiling. Was he stalking me? I let out a laugh. What kind of fanfiction-level nonsense was that? Billionaire Becomes Obsessed With His Snarky Maid—coming soon to streaming.