Klavier X Apollo Novels & Stories

How? "You assumed the Apollo was a short-range mech, didn't you?" Harlow gloated. "But you forgot that self-destruction is not its intended purpose! The Apollo is a giant air compressor, intaking massive quantities of air and jettisoning it in one blast. Venting the air through the reactor creates a fireball of oil vapour, but if it's used as intended the attack is invisible!" "He's shooting us with compressed air?" Kedrick gasped. The Apollo stared me down, unwavering. Now that Harlow had so helpfully gloated about it, I could see two small circular vents on each Apollo's front. Those had to be the source of the air.

Being next to him made me feel that way—the pleasant shiver down my spine, my stomach turning. "Let's start by listening to Adele then," Apollo got up from the bed, began removing his suit, and grabbed his phone. "Which album?" "Hm..." I started taking off my heels. "25." Apollo searched through his phone screen, and then the chords of the first song began playing from internal speakers on the wall. "I told you, this place has everything," Apollo smiled and started taking off his shoes too. "Especially if you are here." I looked at him, my heart pounding in my ears.

she shouted. Apollo looked at me. “ I’ll deal with her,” he told me. Or so I thought, because no, he wasn’t telling me that he will deal with the moon goddess and let me live. But he’s telling Selene that he will deal with me. He will fucking deal with me. “ You gotta kill me first, father,” Beta Xander mocked as he shield his body over mine. His arms are creating a barrier between his own parents and to me. Everything didn’t sink in my mind. Beta Xander is Apollo’s son.

For Apollo, Eleena’s beauty and smiles are way better than nature. “Let me play you some music.” Apollo said then in just a snap of his fingers, his lyre appeared next to him. Eleena gasped before smiling like a child. She’s really easily amazed no matter how many times she already witnessed the impossible in this world. The whistles of the wind and the tweets of the birds are already relaxing but Eleena knows no one can beat Apollo’s music. She heard him play for a few times now but she’s still anticipating hearing his calming music. Eleena put down her food and slightly leaned her body towards Apollo. She wants to watch him play.

Adelaide cried out, dangling on the precipice of climax. “Majesty,” Cael said hoarsely. “She…” “Is exactly where she wants to be,” Apollo said, exaggerating his words with another thrust. His hips pressed into the end of the horn, thrusting it deeper with every forward stroke of his cock. He slid his hand down her side again, fire licking along every rib, every bruise, every mark he’d left on her delicate flesh. He spoke not just to Cael now, but to something older listening in the stone.

A desk sat over in the corner that held music sheet paper, quill and ink pods, a schedule book, and rows of music books. “It’s stunning up here,” I was in awe. Apollo tied his hair and grabbed a music book off the table, “Thank you, I guess you can say this is my sanctuary.” “It certainly is,” I sat in the vintage armchair, “So, what are you going to perform?” He flipped through the pages, “Beethoven - Cello Sonata No. 3 in A major.” “That’s a beautiful piece,” I crossed my arms, “But, don’t you want to wow them?”

She just gazed at him for a moment, astonished to find the lovely man attempting to be domineering, which she thought was incredibly charming. "Well?" he said, snapping Fleurie out of her reverie and looking into his big, glittering eyes. "well, as you clearly know, my name is Apollo Taren Roselia, son of Rai and Alessio Roselia, rulers of the Alynthi fae kingdom, and lastly, I'm mated to Xaun," he ended with a bright smile. He genuinely missed his papa and dada. The vehicle came to a halt in front of Mad Eats, Apollo's favourite Bistro.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

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,

Later that year Hunter was pulling on his tuxedo as Ava stepped up beside him in the mirror with the sexiest dress he’d ever seen her in. The perfect slave dress for a spicy island night that would change their lives forever. With his father back at the helm of the Apollyon Corporation. Hunter had more time to spend on his own projects and managed to get his ideas in the right hands to help people across the globe. His most recent project, helping reunite families who were victims of crimes and human trafficking.