A nice, relaxing, day at the beach; a romantic movie and dinner with Annabeth. Those were my plans before Gandalf's twin, mini me, and a couple others arrived at my door, asking for Perseus Riddle. Now I have to go to some school named after a pig's disease. There goes my plans; stupid fates. -Cliche ends some time after Percy gets to Hogwarts. -Takes place during The Order of the Phoenix and after The Blood of Olympus, although at times, the time and parts of the story don't match up. -Cover credits go to AdastraelGenesis. -Chaos is involved in this book, although the story doesn't revolve around her. That being said, PLEASE READ, and read a few chapters before actually judging. It's not that great in the beginning but gets better, and then becomes not that great at all, but then becomes really awesome. BUT if you're one of those rude people who need every single thing to match up with the books this is based on, and get annoyed when people are out of character, well then...bye, bye! *ranked second for persassy* This is what some of the readers say: "Amazing like always. Gosh I love your story. I think it's literally the best HP/PJ Story I've ever read. And I've read a lot of them. PLEEEASE Update soon." -Epulary "Can I vote 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000090000000000 times?" -Cupcakelover3232 "I had to stuff a pillow in my face I was laughing too hard." -justafellowtrash Also, if any of these people who commented see this, thank you so much. :)

19-year-old YouTuber, Kian Lawley, adopts a 2-year-old boy for a dare. He didn't exactly want to, but if he backed out of it, Jc and JJ would never let him hear the end of it. Kian wasn't sure how to raise a toddler. He struggled a lot. Can he handle this rambunctious little boy? Or will he give up?

Once upon a time, there was a village ruled by complete chaos, fear and death. The people who lived there suffered daily, living in fear from the threat of the forest. Werewolves. The men fought the large beasts bravely but eventually they fell, leaving the village vulnerable with each body that returned shredded and beyond recognition. It was an era of blood and suffering. Still one man made a difference. The young mayor offered a price for the village's safety. A girl would be sacrificed to the beasts as an offering, theirs to do as they please. The wolves agreed and it was sealed with blood. And so the era of red ended. Days turned into centuries and the ritual engraved itself into the people's lives. It was one night, repeated twelve times a year, intended for female sacrifices. Until Red changed the course of the ritual.