Aesop X Joseph Novels & Stories

Alejandro smirks. The words feel like a punch to the gut. I know that about Dad. I’ve been his test subject for years… I can hear Charlotte’s heart thud before she moves closer to me, her eyes filled with sadness as she wraps her arms around one of mine. Kiara and Delsanra exchange looks, and Alejandro’s smirk fades as he watches us intently. “So uh… Apophis, as in the Egyptian god of Chaos?” Charlotte asks, trying to lighten the tension.

This made Stephanie more angry at Davis that she began plotting another way to make him pay. Joseph shook his head, tears almost came out of his house. He couldn't believe that his big brother, his role model and hero would do such a thing. "My son" Stephanie walked closer to Joseph and held his shoulder. "I really understand your feelings right now, I know you have always admired Davis and see him your hero but maybe he's not really a hero after all" she said, hoping to make Joseph despise Davis even more.

Jo said in disbelief. “Make no mistake,” Ash said, gritting his teeth, “Josiah Greenwood is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He goes around, parading himself as a messiah when in all actuality, he's a vile entity who puts money over people's lives and dignity.” “I believe you.” Jo said. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” Ash said as he took their plates to the tiny sink, before returning to gently pull Jo up and lead her towards the bedroom.

I asked, He took a deep breath before telling me, “Apollo is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is Spilt or Multiple Personality disorder, from the age of 7…” he glanced at Romulus and continued, ”...he had been through physical and emotional abuse and also depression at the early age....which caused his first alternate to appear, which is Cyrus… Cyrus helped Apollo from escaping reality… even though he had done horrible things but he helped Apollo and was always aware of his thoughts, Cyrus let Apollo know what he does and thinks…” he said,

Sophia protested, her voice cut off. "Now," Antonio interrupted. Signor Guerra dragged Sophia toward the door, her heels clicking in protest. Antonio turned back. "You're making a grave mistake Joseph. We'll be back," Antonio vowed, locking eyes with Xavier. "To rain down terror on the Catellos!" he declared. Joseph smiled coldly, "You have no idea what's coming," he threatened. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing through the silent room.

The whole way here Ares has been vary quite and almost in a daze and I need him to focus because I have so much information we need to go over. Walking into the penthouse I hear soft sequels and giggles along with a groaning hiss coming from the living room, "Apollo don't pull your daddy's hair that's a no no" I say in a soft baby voice rushing over to a amused baby with a handful of Asher's hair. "His names Apollo like as in Greek metrology, Olympus and the gods and all that" Asher asks now free from my little munchkin. "Yes and like his uncle, his full name is Apollo Cane Lopez Santiago" I hold my breath waiting for their reaction.

Jose said "What? Is this a joke??"

Joseph complained. Stephan and Harper laughed at Joseph's goofiness. "You must be hungry. I'll cook today. Go get freshened up," Stephan said to Joseph. "Oh, I remember. Josh and Theo had been asking about you. They were worried for you. Josh said that Theo was getting restless because you didn't even see his messages," Harper wiggled his eyebrows at Joseph. Meanwhile, Stephan was confused, "Josh and Theo? Who are they? I've never heard about them."

Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts? “I’m Ras and this is Lane.” The one carrying me pointed at ‘jersey jacket’, introducing him as well and Lane immediately flashed a smile that made my heart do a cartwheel. “Cace is more reserved than all of us and over there, that’s Aeson, the big bad wolf and first born.” Ras then pointed at the one he had walked in with, who looked more laid back and quiet than all four of them. Aeson stood in front of all of us, arms crossed over his chest while he watched with a crease between his brows.