Sold To The Graves Triplets

I walked home from the airport. I was supposed to leave the country today. But I'm a quitter. I couldn't go through with it. It wasn't what I wanted anyway. All I needed now was a warm bath and some soft tunes to help me fall asleep.I'd face my brother's disappointment tomorrow. It was strange... the way he forced me to leave the country. Even now, as I made my way home, something felt off. Like danger loomed around every corner I turned. The streets were busy at this time of night. And around here, everybody knew who I was. Mainly because of my brother. Kian became the savior of our neighborhood after our dad died. He was the only protector I had left in this world. I finally reached our house and made my way toward the front door. I realized there was a small crack in the door and nervously sucked my bottom lip between my teeth before pushing the door open."Kian?" I called into the house before carefully stepping over the threshold.The silence became deafening. I threaded fo

The cold of the marble bit into the soles of my feet. My feet were rooted to the spot. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. Goosebumps started to form on my exposed skin under the cool air of the AC.A shocked gasp escaped my lips as Apollo lifted me in his arms. His warmth instantly seeped into my trembling form as he started carrying me up a spiraling staircase. I was so close to crying. So close to screaming. But neither of those things would help me now. No matter what I did, my brother had already sold me to them.A cold shiver ran down my spine when I caught Atlas and Ares’s reflection in the glass beside us. They were watching me like I was a prey, and they were the hunters. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I squeezed my legs together, hoping the excitement between my thighs would disappear, but it was to no avail. A knowing smirk curved the corner of Atlas's mouth, and my cheeks flushed red. Apollo finally stopped in front of a door. He gently set me on the ground, his hands

Ares's arms came around me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides. Atlas swooped in, wrapping his hands around my legs as I kicked out.Apollo watched me with a chilling smile on his lips. They lifted me in unison as if I weighed nothing. The silk of my dress slid up my thighs, exposing more of my milky skin. "Let me go!" I demanded, twisting myself away from them, but it was to no avail. "You just chose for us, Princess," Apollo murmured as he led the way towards the guest wing. We entered an elegantly decorated suite. The city's reflection became visible against the white marble and floor-to-ceiling windows.A king-sized bed, draped in crisp white linen, stood in the center of the room. They didn't throw me onto it. They firmly placed me in the center of it. Their calmness was more dangerous than the violence I was expecting.Ares and Atlas stepped back, standing on either side of the bed while Apollo stood at its foot. Apollo slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket. "You have lost

The first thing I felt was the cold. I was no longer wrapped up in Ares's arms. My eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room. The room was made up with clean linen, dark wood, and the scent of sandalwood and something earthy. Apollo. This must be Apollo's suite, the smell of him lingered everywhere. To think, there used to be a time when he was my favorite. His bedsheets felt cold against my skin, reminding me that I was still naked. The memories of the previous night came rushing through my mind. The feeling of being filled and used by them was still so fresh in my head. It was a memory that sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through me. The bathroom door opened. Apollo appeared in the doorway, he was dressed in tailored black trousers and nothing else. His bare chest was covered in tiny droplets of blood.His eyes pinned me to my spot. "You're awake." He acknowledged. "Get up."A light rested between my brows. I pushed myself up nevertheless, carefully slipping out of bed. My leg

HE DIDN'T SEE ME. Atlas didn't see me. I stepped back into the closet, softly closing the doors behind me. His footsteps became louder as he neared the closet. I clamped a hand over my mouth. My heart hammered against my chest as I listened to his footsteps fading the further he walked down the corridor. As soon as the silence returned, I slipped out of the closet. I moved like a shadow as I ran outside, the cold biting into the soles of my feet.The smell of gunpowder hit me first. The sharp crack of rifles followed. My legs felt like they could cave in at any second, but I didn't let my fear get the best of me. I searched my surroundings and found Ares standing on a balcony, rifle in hand. He was focused on a target 500 yards away. He took his enemies out with expert ease. How the hell was I supposed to get past him when his job was literally to spot targets? I sucked in a deep breath before slipping past a gigantic pot plant. I spotted a car idling five feet away from me. I di