Riptide Greek Novels & Stories

I say with a small sad smile. "We'll see about that Lameo" Danny says patting my shoulder. "Wait did you just.." I trailed off. Did he just link Romeo and I together by giving us the name Lameo. "Yes I did" Danny says laughing as we get up from the couch not wanting me to punch him. "Lameo is a slang for 'Lame' Danny that means Romeo and I can never be a thing" "Let's bet on it. Ten pancakes single handely made by you" I smirked.

“She and Riley go for early morning rides all the time. It’s for the glass, but she says it’s the best time to watch the Goddess Selene defy Zeus so she, Helios, and Eos can see each other. Whenever Riley is grounded, I take her and we howl at the moon together before it sets.” “The glass?” I furrow my brow. “The smoothness of the early morning water before the current churns it up for the day. It’s called glass.” Maggie smiles. “I haven’t been surfing since before the kids were born, but I still remember that ride.” “She and Riley live for it.” Nick leans back and folds his heavy arms over himself. “We really messed this up, didn’t we?” Eva frowns.

Aria complimented making her mother smile. "So do you, baby," Britt replied as we began moving over to the last painting at the centre of the room, Britt and Aria now engaged in their own conversation as we arrived at the last one where everybody was, all their eyes gazing at the painting that Britt had named 'the sex one'.

"Hadrian, you can't insult Percy like that. He's not that kind of person!" But no matter how angry I was, he couldn't hear me. Percy glared at him. "I don't want your money. You have wealth and power. Use it to help me find Scott." "Scott? You expect me to believe you don't know where he is?" Hadrian crouched down, smiling as he locked eyes with Percy. He then added, "Is he missing because he couldn't squeeze any more money out of me, so he turned to you for help? Be honest, Percy. Do you have feelings for Scott?"

Turns her to stone. Hulio Ripples.

On the tile by the pool stairs, the word RIP had softened at the edges, the letters blurring as if something beneath the glaze were breathing. Outside, mothers began to cry.