Apollo Pjo Fanart Novels & Stories

The sight was breathtaking for Apollo. [Male lead's favorability rate towards June Weng+10 current favorability rate 20%] "How is it?" June excitedly asked. "Beautiful." Apollo breathed.

Their breasts bounce against each pound, their sweats mix with their saliva and cum. Joaquin leaned closer to catch Athena's lips, he would bite and suck it with eagerness until they can both taste the blood coming from her. Karina gripped into Joaquin's arm, her nails digging into his flesh, causing it to bleed. But the Alpha doesn't seem to feel pain, he can feel it already, his abdomen clenched and his orgasm is ready to spurt out. Thrust after thrust, faster, rougher and harder until he finally let it flow.

"Are you ok feggari mou? You're a little quiet." "I'm ok, just enjoying the normalcy." She smiles. "Afentikó, Apollo is on the line for you." Andre said. Taking the phone I bring it up to my ear. "Apollo." "Afentikó, I have Pontus Argyros here at club Black Phantom asking for you, he says it's urgent."

“Also, I’m not training today. Nope, I’m enjoying this long weekend of mine, even if you aren’t.” “I am not grumpy.” Apollo scoffed, a hand against his chest as his eyes widened in offense. “My disposition is absolutely sunny. And if you must know, I’m hanging this painting because your mate has not. It was a gift I gave him years ago, collecting dust in an enchanted closet.” “I can’t imagine why.” I shook my head, eyeing the dazzling grin of Apollo, captured perfectly by whomever the artist was. “Thank you, I—” He paused, eyebrows knitting together. “I truly hate sarcasm. Never a concept I’ve grasped, I’m afraid.”

Together, they share dreams of a future bathed in the eternal radiance of their love, where every sunrise promises new beginnings and every sunset whispers of endless possibility. And so, in the timeless embrace of the sun's golden embrace, Apollo and Jolene live out their days in a world suffused with the intoxicating magic of love. As they gaze upon the horizon, hand in hand, they know that their love will endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope and warmth that illuminates the vast expanse of the universe. Amidst the luminous expanse of their sunlit kingdom, Apollo and Jolene find delight in a spirited game of Solar Spheres, a celestial sport that ignites their competitive spirits and fi

Artemis too looked so displeased as he glared at me. “Apolloooo!” Rita crooned from the top of the stairs. All eyes went to her, except Apollo’s and mine. We were locked in a silent war. World faded around us. Wearing a light blue shirt and black pants, he looked devilishly handsome. His hair was gelled and combed back and he had shaved. My throat bobbed and my lips parted. I wanted to avoid his gaze by turning away, but I couldn’t. A low feral growl vibrated his chest.

Jada pursed her lips before grabbing a glass of orange juice to her left, which I knew was heavily doused with champagne, and took several gulps. Harley clinked their glasses together and followed suit. “Why do prophecy’s always have to be so dark and gloomy? Why can’t this one be about sweet, sweet victory and the power of friendship?” Brinley snorted and side-eyed Jada, “Yeah, like that would ever happen. Everyone knows there’s never prophecies about good shit. It’s always natural disasters and world ending stuff.”

We would usually mate, and a mating bond was always stronger than that agreement that we signed on a wedding paper. “We have no objection.” Alpha Arturo said, looking at him through the corner of his eye. His voice was deep, husky, and hoarse. His power radiated by just seeing his presence, and I could tell that one growl from him would shut a whole room up with no fights or arguments.