Romans & histoires Kratos Ares My Life Is Yours

Suddenly we weren’t in the hospital anymore, he was showing me a vision. “Ares, sweetheart, be careful please. Don’t fall into the water.” I yell at a little 4 year old Ares. His hair was long to his shoulders, thin and flowing around him. He had a sort of feminine beauty that contrasted with his masculine features. “I know, mommy. I won’t fall in unless I go over there.” He pointed to a spot in the distance.

I am not quite sure if my cropped tube top, a cardigan and a square pants would fit the community but seeing people with different style made me think I did. They are not far from what I was wearing though. "Where are we heading too?" I mumbled the moment Ares came inside. He was simply wearing a polo alonv with his tight pants. I bit my lower lip seeing how attractive and hot he was especially when all of his tattoos in his hand were showing up. "I'll introduce you to one of my hobbies," Ares said with a huge grin in his eyes. My eyes squinted. "Really?" I couldn't handle the excitement I'm feeling. "I wonder what it was."

“CHERISH KALILI! ARGH!! Dogtahiasemsa$%#%mahfucctustupidgubluk#$@#$!” *** Ares's POV 1 Name, Ares Sinclaire. When Ares wakes up from a long dream, the world changes. Papa, Mama, and Gigi are gone. Far. Forever. After hearing the sound of a very loud car horn, the car we were riding in overturned. Ares shouldn't have closed his eyes so Ares can see Mama until the end. Haa... Ares is alone in this strange world with a body that feels heavy and strange. This is not Ares's body. That's right, Ares's body can't be like this.

Ares sent a glare his way to silence him while Mariah blushed with a giggle. “Hades believes it’s Kronos,” Ares tightened his fists around the letter. It burst into flames, leaving nothing but ash on his hands. “Mariah, I must visit Tartarus, make sure Kronos is still locked away.” “I’m coming with you,” Mariah went to the bathroom to change. Ares in an instant threw on his battle regalia. The leather skirt, the sword at his side, and the shield on his back. Throwing his hands through his hair to get rid of the tangles, his mate emerged from the bathroom.

“You were Ares' slave. I am supposed to command you, but I am not aware. However, I can still do it now.” I grit my teeth, while listening to what Katie was telling me. I forgot to count the girls of Ares whom I encountered since I came here. Ares is really a playboy alpha. He loves to play with women and just dump them if he gets tired of them. I just can't believe he's like this. Never did I imagine that I would be with a playboy alpha. Maybe, this is destiny. I can't do anything to stop my destiny, and the only thing I need to do is to survive this. I know I can survive on this.

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

Understanding crashes over me like ice water. "That's your plan," I whisper. "You were never going to let us leave. You knew I wouldn't do the ritual willingly, so you..." I look at Ares, dying on the temple floor, and then back at her. "You're giving me a choice. His life or mine."

Keyara asked in surprise. Ares fell silent when Keyara mentioned Family. Ares' family was in England, but he had been out of touch with them for a long time. His mother had started a new family, and his stepfather rarely contacted him. Then, Ares's thoughts turned to Keyara's family in NY. But Keyara was considered dead. In reality, there was no Keyara in official documents. Her data had been replaced with a record of her death. Administratively, Keyara was deceased. The one here, in Spain, was Keyara, whose identity had been illegally changed by Ares, and her name was Yara.

He turns when he hears me, his expression unreadable. “You got back fast,” he says, motioning for me to sit. “I don’t have time to waste,” I reply, settling into the chair across from his desk. “What’s going on?” Nero lets out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “A few things. First, Arkyn’s found Aeron.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “He’s found him?” “Yeah,” Nero mutters. “But it’s complicated. Aeron’s tied up in some shit with Legacy Vega’s warriors, and Arkyn’s trying to figure out how to handle it without sparking a war.”

I was going to give her everything that had been taken from her. This time, Kendra had the choice to do whatever she wanted, and nobody was going to make any decisions on her behalf. “There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Ares started, looking at all of us. “What is it?” Mom wondered. “I… I met someone,” he announced, making Lana stare at him with wide eyes. “Really?!” Kendra sounded ecstatic for my brother. “It’s about damn time, man,” I told him. “Who is she?”