Nancy Bobofit Percy Jackson の小説・ストーリー

With a bright, almost wicked grin, she said, “I’m Nancy.” We sat on the roof of the deck, sharing what was left of the soda. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sunset. It was beautiful, but didn’t chase away the horridness that was my life. “So,” Nancy said, looking at the empty cup. “Have you met Kevin before?” “Kevin?” “The boy that stopped the alpha from kicking me again.” I shook my head, not taking my eyes off the sunset. “Ah, well. He’s great. He’s a gamma, but doesn’t treat us omegas like trash,” she explained then sighed. “Have you ever thought what your mate would be like?”

"I'm Lydia, Lydia Gates. Now can you take me to Derek?" Roberts nodded, recalling what Daniel said about there being two people, Nancy and Lydia. However that was possible, he would be damned if he knew, but he had found Nancy, and that was all he was grateful for. He only prayed she was safe. "Can you ride a horse, Lydia?"

Nancy started, "Oh, honey, it's kinda complicated. You see, both Bob and I have been lonely and we were just making each other feel happier." I knew this wasn't going to satisfy Alicia. Nancy wanted to treat her like a young child when she was really a young woman. Alicia tilted her head and said, "Mom, c'mon, I'm not some little kid." Nancy slumped a little. "You're right, Alicia, you're not. You're a young woman. And you deserve an adult conversation with me about what you've seen and what's going on between Bob and myself. Could we do that privately?"

she cried bitterly, her face flushed. “Will you believe me if I said I was doing it to protect you?” I asked bluntly, a muscle dancing in my jaw. “Experience has taught me that it’s far better to say so little, and do too little than say or do too much. If I ever hurt you by telling you I chose Nancy, then I beg your pardon. And if you thought me disloyal and uncaring for not defending you when she tried to throw you out of the pack, then I beg your understanding for my silence. Nancy is, though a fucking witch, someone that’s crucial to my plans. She’s my bait and I have to be with her just for a little while till I am sure of my progress.” “Then go sleep with your fucking bait sweetheart,

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

Valkyrie Nancy snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Oh no, don’t you dare let that venomous snake get inside your head.” I blinked, forcing myself to shake off the lingering chill of the Luna Dowager’s words. “I’m fine,” I muttered, though my grip on the chair’s edge said otherwise. Nancy scoffed. “Liar. You’re standing there, brooding, exactly how she wants you to.” I exhaled sharply and turned away, pacing to the other side of the room. “I just—” I shook my head. “She’s trying to get in my head.”

The person Kayson had said was good at Vodu spells was the chief of Heathein’s Ochre Hall, Nancy Frost. Kayson had saved Heathein’s president, Bryson Yost, so he had free access to Heathein’s resources. Asking Nancy for a favor regarding Vodu Worms was naturally an easy task.

Chloe had been a thorn in her side for too long—first, by stealing her place in the Greyson family, and now, by returning from the shadows like a ghost. If Chloe thought she could waltz back into high society, pretending to be a Westbrook heiress, she had another thing coming. Nancy’s lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She had taken care of Chloe once. She could do it again. “Let’s finish this, once and for all,” she muttered under her breath. She headed to where her phone laid on the table and searched out a name in her contact. A contact she hadn’t needed to use in years. The kind of people who took care of... loose ends.

"You bloody bastard, how dare you lie to me? You have hidden this truth from me for the past 26 years and kept me in the dark. You are not a human being. You are a beast. No, even the beast is better than you. You are worse than a beast" Nancy burst into anger and raised her hand to slap Jackson again, but Jackson grabbed her hand and pushed her away. Unable to maintain her balance, Nancy fell to the floor in front of everyone. Embarrassed in front of everyone, Nancy's anger rose to the surface, "I will kill you. You tricked me. I will kill you the same way I killed Kathleen. I will burn you to death like Kathleen. When you will writhe in agony and screaming for your life, I will find peace

Alison and Tyler were kneeling beneath the banner, wailing tearfully. Mom and Dad stood to the side, holding up a large photo of my face with a red "X" marked over it. Celeste sat on the floor with a megaphone, shouting, "Aunt Arlene, you're a bad woman! Give my daddy his money back!" It was right in the middle of the morning rush hour. Vince Floyd, the HR director, stood off to the side with a grim look on his face. He was about to say something when I walked in, but Tyler—sharp-eyed as ever—caught sight of me. He charged over, lunging for my hair.