Godly Sins

Percy Jackson was a calculative person. He liked to think of his life as a constant game of chess, not that he liked to play the sport enough to use it as a metaphor for his life. Life in the Mafia had desentisized him to certain things that a normal person might find revolting. He had always imagined people as pawns, a means to reach what you want to achieve, what you desire. Little did he know that a certain blonde would come and fuck up his plan, his games, his mind and most of all, his chained up heart.

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Annabeth Chase was a nobody. Yet everybody. She donned and shed masks on the go, morphing herself into different people. It was her job and Annabeth refused to be anything but excellent at her job. Whether it was spying, killing or torturing, she executed it with skill and efficiency. Her record with the Secret Society of the Gods was something she always prided herself on until one day, she stumbled into a man on the cruise that changed her entire life.

Extract

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

I meet his gaze with a glare, aiming to burn a hole through his very being. This person frustrated me to no ends and I couldn't believe that I was stuck with him. For a long while. He smiled a malicious smirk and I knew that I was long gone and had instead drowned myself in the restless sea that was Percy Jackson.

"Never been more sure about anything else in my life, Darling."