Athena Tomorrowland Novels & Stories

𝐀/𝐍: Selena's name has finally been changed to Aretha so from now on, her POVs will be tagged 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚

“Tomorrow morning, you’ll go to Goldfield Plaza at ten o’clock to promote Chanel’s perfume exhibition… “The exhibition lasts for an hour. After that’s done, we’ll have to go to LB Magazine for a cover shoot as well as for a few content pages… “Once the shooting is done, we’ll have to take a flight to City M in Country F to watch a show…” Annabeth said carefully. “As for meals, we’ll have to find time in between working hours…” She added. Josh nodded slightly. “On top of that, I’ve checked the exhibition’s sound system settings for tomorrow. There isn’t anything wrong. You can sing to your heart’s content tomorrow…” Annabeth said. “Okay… Inform the organizers that the song I want to sing for

"i never said i was weak. the only thing i can't do is climb and i'm getting good at it," "well, after tomorrow and the next, we'd focus on making you shape shift," to that, athena blew out a deep breath. "i can't wait," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. alex stood his feet and stretched his hand down to her. "here, we have to go now. we're done and it's almost three o'clock. i'm sure you'd be craving your beauty sleep," athena took his hand and he pulled her up. she fell against his chest and groaned in tiredness. "why are you so comfy?"

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart." MICS ARTEMIA

mom said. "What's the worse that could happen?!" Dad suddenly replied looking up at her. "Athena" he called and I looked up at him. "Go prepare, we'll look into this address first thing tomorrow morning!!".

“Dan, she hugged him tightly. She doesn’t care what he was thinking. All she wanted to think is that she will never let him go, she will never let go the man she loved dearly. She felt Dans arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his body. Dan raised her head and in the middle of the rain where no one is there but just the two of them their lips started to touch. It was warm, rough and it felt that he wanted to own her. If tomorrow ends, with you in my arms is where I want to be. Today is when my world ends.

Crying, whining, not doing my duties. Nobody looked impressed as I stood on the stage in front of them, a microphone which I had to bend to speak into in front of me. “Good morning, everyone.” They gave sparse murmurs as responses. Some of them scoffed at me. My eyes found Selena’s in the crowd, but I looked away as fast as I had found her. “I’m Athena, as you may all know. The Luna of Crimson pack.” More scoffs, louder mumbles. Luna? Yeah, right.

"The board investigation article is literally everywhere. Having you in the video right now would just spark a ton of outrage in the comments. It’s bad for the algorithm." Athena stopped walking. She turned her head slightly over her shoulder, keeping her expression flat and her voice devoid of any inflection. "Your algorithm is fine," Athena replied coldly. "Your tone could use some serious work, though. Have a good one." She pulled her tangled earphones out of her jacket pocket as she walked away, forcefully shoving them into her ears. She opened the Spotify app on her phone, quickly scrolling past her aggressive morning workout playlists. Her thumb tapped aggressively on Coldplay’s *Amste

I rambled, I wanted her to listen to me, she was the only one I know Aiden would listen to right now. Something seemed to make Greta stop, and I took it as she was beginning to believe me, and she perhaps might want to talk to Aiden on my behalf. "I have an exciting news to share with you, Athena, Aiden and I have found a way to clear this whole mess you created." she smiled, new hope began to rise in me. "In order for us to clear your mess, I would be announced as Aiden new Luna in the next four days," she smiled and walked away.

~ANYA POV~ “Yaya!” The shout cut through the bass-heavy music pounding inside CÉRRO Nightclub. I didn’t need to look up from the drink I was mixing to know it was Athena. Only she called me that. I glanced anyway. There she was, strutting across the bar like she owned it—blonde hair glowing under the neon lights, lips glossed to perfection, and that mischievous grin plastered across her face. The grin that meant trouble.