Icarus Laughed Novels & Stories

Iris jumped, still holding my hands, her excitement bright and contagious enough that I felt myself smiling along with her despite everything. "That right there is a plan." She said. "What could go wrong." "Everything could go wrong." "Or everything could go right." She spun me around the room until I burst into a real laugh, the first one in days that didn't feel forced. "There's the Lena I know." Someone cleared their throat at the door. We turned. Lucian. When had he gotten back? "That's my cue." Iris grabbed the tray off the desk and slipped past him, closing the door behind her on a startled and faintly amused Lucian.

said Ikaros, followed by a mocking laugh. Damn bastard. I opened my eyes, squinting in annoyance, then pushed him away. "You jerk," I muttered. Ikaros chuckled, with a laugh that was sweet, sensual, but so annoying—like the laughter of a demon from the deepest pit of hell—and said, "You wished I kissed you." "No way. You're dreaming," I said. Ikaros grinned sweetly. "Okay... Besides, who would want to do that thing in the morning, right?" he asked me rhetorically.

He laughed poorly at his failed joke. Aria's eyebrows plucked together and her nose scrunched a little. "A joke?" Lucas rolled his eyes. "Yes. A joke. I wanted to try my charm on the Ice princess. But I failed. You could have at least given me a little hope but…" he sighed and shook his head in a mocking hurt.

“I’ll play with you, and I’m sure despite his initial reaction, Icky will join us soon.” Icarus rolled his eyes. He hated that Elara had given him that nickname. It irked him to no end, but he had to act like he loved it. It didn’t help that Lief now used it as well. Icarus was beyond enraged when Lief showed up on day two of his mission. He should have known Lief is always around the corner, preventing him from fulfilling his purpose.

Tyr’s golden lilliputian was shot into the center of his brows after a while. A faint smile appeared at the corners of Tyr’s mouth when he reopened his eyes. When his gaze fell on Cacus, who stood beside him, the iron man burst out laughing, just like Tyr did. “What the f*ck are you laughing at?” Tyr slapped the Cacus on the top of his head with his palm without saying anything. Then, out of nowhere, a mysterious force poured into the top of Cacus’ sacred body.

Persphone said, leaning in with a smirk, "but you fell in love with a man who was born in one." The door creaked open, and immediately the energy shifted. "Stay away from these two," Icarus said, voice dry with warning as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes locked on his sisters. "Oh, for the love of drama," Persphone groaned, rolling her eyes as she flopped back on the velvet chaise. "We were just talking," Ophelia added, waving her wine glass as if that proved innocence. "Talking? You were one bad joke away from teaching her how to curate a perfect murder," Icarus muttered, stepping further into the room. "You do this every time."

Making his mouth open wider than before when he was eating his favorite food which is apple "Is it alright if it takes a long time to recover here? Don't worry I'll reimburse you for the expenses when I get better," Lucius said with that angelic voice again making Iris squeeze her legs in between. Upon observing Iris, Lucius saw how her legs squeeze from the moment he finished talking. That only made him confused and curious. When Iris felt he saw what he did she immediately smiled at him

The usual playfulness in his gaze wasn't there as well. “You truly are one unfortunate bastard!" Iris said to Lucien and continued to laugh. I didn't get what the joke was about so I kept quiet. Lucien on the other hand seemed to get the joke because he rolled his eyes and dumped his cup of coffee in the sink. “Fuck off, Iris," Lucien said to Iris as he pulled out a seat for himself. "Are you going to let me in on the joke or should I excuse this bromance?” I asked both of them, if they weren't going to tell me then I might as well have my breakfast in the living room.

Because suddenly his family name was not adjacent to this history — it was inside it. Liora tugged my sleeve again, frightened by the adults’ voices rising. “Why are people shouting?” I knelt again automatically. Because no matter how much history exploded above us, her small fear still mattered more to my body than anything else. “It’s alright.” But she looked at Iris carefully. Then said something that silenced the room again. “She looks like your angry face.” Iris laughed for the first time, real laughter, brief and unexpected. “Yes,” she said softly. “Apparently blood survives manners.”

When the laughter died down, “The both of you are so fun to watch. For the first time ever you actually look like twins…” He smiled, “Iris makes me lose my head…” Iris glared at him, then she turned around, her eyes searching around, “Where is Ivan?”