PERCY POV

After a long دن of training I decided to rest so I went under a درخت to rest but just then the fates appeared and made me drink blue liquid.when I woke up I felt a weight on my chest and the feeling of something missing so i went to a mirror and looked at myself but what I saw was a really beautiful girl with a big butt and triple D breasts along with the perfect body and long hair with a high lit of blue it seemed as boys will do anything for me . so I decided to go to my کیبن but on my way there boys were drooling over me and out of nowhere Jason stepped in front of me and asked...

(A/N okay so this is a short oneshot I wrote when I was bored. I had been contemplating the I dea of Percy having a sister and I came to the conclusin that maby he may not like having a sister. Its kinda like when he found out that Tyson was his half brother he didn't like it until he thought he had lost him so this story is basically Percy lousing his sister (a fanfic charaicter I call Jamie Lynn) so I hope آپ enjoy the story p.s sorry for the long athours note)

Percys POV

As I walked across the battle field I knew somthing was wrong. I didn't even notice the monsters and hell hounds as I strode...

"DADDY! DA-DADDY-DA-DADDY-DA-DA-DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Percy Jackson youngest daughter, Lilliana, but the called her lilly.

"What it is it sweetheart?" anwsered Percy.

"Look what i did! Look! Look! Look! I killed a چھپکلی in the backyard! and its dead! Aren't آپ happy! Look! Look, look, look, look Daddy!" Lilly anwsered as she pulled on his ear to get onto his shoulders.

Percy had married Annabeth. Ofcourse. Poseidon and Athena weren't very happy about that, but the had to live with it. He was also not sure if they had been happy that annabeth and him had been married at age 18. The only god...

I felt Gabe’s fist collide with my face, and I struggled to get away, though I could do nothing about it. Gabe glugged down the last of his بیئر and smiled at my bloody nose and bruised…well, everything. “Please stop.” I begged, but Gabe only hit me again in response to my plea. I shuddered backward; I wanted to do something, anything, but if آپ were eight years old too and were trying to get away from a jerk that was three times your size, آپ had no choice.
My mother would have stopped this if she could, but this always took place when she was at work and couldn’t stop it. Gabe...