Athena Saint Mga Nobela at Kwento

They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut. “This place is amazing.” Athena said. “Of course it is.” Earnestine chuckled. “Who is she? And what did you find today?” Janeka said folding her arms and looking at them. “I'm Athena Deux. I'm a witch and a researcher. I came to learn about Weston Hills and its history. Fortunately, your sister found me. I mean we found each other.” “You have something to offer.” “Of course she does. Have a seat.” Earnestine interrupted while Athena sat down.

They earned nothing except pain. Broken hearted. Cheated. Fell out of love. Toxic relationship. However, I want to take risk and live by my name. Athena the goddess of wisdom and war. Along with fear of getting hurt and broken is the hope that maybe the world with its viciousness and cruelness, a little kindness might overthrow it.

That just wasn’t in her nature. Stupid girl. Athena was never one to cower from a fight, not even when she knew it was a trap like I made her go through every fucking time. I scooped her away from my mother’s arms and cradled her. My vision already blurred from the tears that formed. “Athena, look at me. Please look at me.” I sang desperately as the tears began to fall. She was chocking, she was not healing. That fucking bullet was a curse and she wasn’t healing.

Athena "Karen Garcia?" The girl in the passport looked nothing like me, her blonde hair made her look like her make-up, she wore so much make up it looked like it added a few kilograms to her face, and her eyes were drooped halfway like she was more than a bit high. Luciano had a goofy smile on his face, like he was enjoying himself, "You like it?" "What Latino is named Karen?" He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him despite my protests,"A beautiful goddess, that's who."

I said, a sad smile forming on my face because, for some reason, Riley reminded me of Athena. "Why can't she? Is she not around or something?" Xavier asked, and I didn't know how to tell this little kid that Athena was in a coma without losing my composure. "Her name is Athena. She got hurt, but she's in the hospital now and getting better. We're heading to the hospital to see her, so you can meet her then. She can't introduce herself because she is sleeping right now, but when she wakes up, you can get to meet her. She's really smart, like your sister," Austin explained. I could sense the pain in his voice, but he covered it up with a smile.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

I look up in to his violet eyes and I gulp. “300,” I say and Asteria whimpers. “Where there innocents amongst them?” Athena asks and I bite my bottom lip and nod my head. She gasps as her eyes turn white. She raises her hand into the sky and lightning strikes her and she is now wearing a white robe complete with silver armour and a sword in her hand. “They took children? They will hurt innocents to get to her. You watched and allowed it to happen. You are no better than them.” She points her flaming sword at me and I look away.

Some of the family's business associates also came to pay their respects. Athena's father was the founder of a renowned gallery in the country, the Picture Perfect Gallery, established for them by her late mother. Her mother, a well-known painter, passed on to Athena the passion and skill for painting. However, when her stepmother and her child entered their lives, Athena no longer focused on her artistic pursuits. This was because her stepmother took over the management of the gallery, while Athena busied herself with other matters and tried working elsewhere. Eventually, she met Egon, the first man she loved and trusted, who ultimately betrayed and deceived her.

She looks at the four rogues dead on the ground, the fifth unconscious, but breathing, then she snorts and tilts her head, but she doesn’t protest. “Hi, I’m Athena. These chains are cursed. I’ll get them right off you, just hold still.” “You're purple.” My mate states, her voice deadly calm. “Yeah, mom dropped into a hot pot of purple dye when I was a baby.” Athena answers with a completely straight face. “ATHENA?!” Mom shouts, and I snort at my sister's casual shrug. “Are people more accepting of that than the fact that you were born of a dark fae? That sounds stupid.”

Haist. When I open my eyes because I come to a conclusion of… I stared at the woman lying down. Did Athena faint because she also felt a pain in her head too? Is she also missing some of her memories? The only thing Diana told me about Athena, was a piece of her memory when she was just a growing teen right? There was no special to that memory, but I feel like she has also lost some of it that are also coming back to her now.