The 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.

"We're going to pop over to the pub. You almost done here?" Mory grinned and shook her head. "Nah, you boys go on ahead. I got to get this charting taken care of." Percy slapped his hand on the doorframe then twisted his lips to the side. "Can I ask you something?" Mory glanced up and nodded. "Of course. What's up?" Percy sat down in the club chair and leaned over with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in between them. "When we were up at that mine, how did you know that man wasn't going to make it? I mean, did I miss something in my assessment?"

And fortunately for me I didn’t get my fathers 6’7 height. “Fine, can I at least go out?” I asked them to follow them out to the car where Percy was standing by the car, waiting for them. Percy was about 6’7 and had grass green eyes with dirty blonde hair. But Percy isn’t one of the… funniest guys to be around.

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧ Percy is not taking this enemy with benefits well. Heck, he isn’t taking the fact that we have to share a bed well. My mother left us with a single phone and laptop. We can email, but that’s alot of work for me and Percy has been hogging the phone to email his friend grumpily.

’ thought Theodore when his eyes fell on Percy. “Wait, Percy! Just wait until I get my hands on you” Theodore blackmailed while being dragged out of the door by his wife. “So, which hospital was it, Percy?” asked Evandor when Theodor and Rose were out of sight. “St. Josh, sir” replied Percy with straight face.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

I searched his eyes and his face, trying to get one single emotion or recollection of what we’ve done for the past few days but Percy was completely closed off. “Do you remember the talk you had with the Royals last night?” My mouth dropped, pieces and bits coming to me and my eyes darted around the room as it all flooded into my mind. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice was hoarse and for a millisecond I saw something flashing by in his eyes but it was gone- buried just as fast. “They want to take you home.” I started shaking my head slowly, grasping every word he spoke. “What?” Percy looked at me, his eyes burning with the need for something but I couldn’t tell what. He wasn’t speaking and he was

As soon as they were out of sight, the younger one walked closer to him and said in a grumble, "You do know we'll be held accountable if they steal anything in the estate, right?" However, the elderly man reached out and smacked his head hard and the younger one cried out in pain. Holding his head, he asked in a pained tone, "What was that for?" "I might be getting old but the face of that man is something I will never forget." The other man said, staring in the direction Pierce just walked through. "What is he? A billionaire?" The younger man asked sarcastically but to his surprise, the elderly man nodded. He leaned towards his colleague's ear as though about to reveal a massive secret, "He

"Of course boss. You can trust me on that." What Ezekiel could just not bear to do was to sit down yet again un front of Silas Astor and have a conversation about marrying his other daughter while another woman's voice was living somewhere in his chest. Something that kept him late at night and caused him so much mental guilt. He looked at Philip who was standing with his tablet and his professional neutrality, probably waiting for any other further instructions. "That is all." "Alright." Philip turned to go. "One more thing." Philip turned back. Ezekiel looked at the surface of his desk for half a minute before looking up. "Vespera Nightingale. The actress currently in production with Jerry