Kratos Ares My Life Is Yours Novels & Stories

he said politely. He had dark brown hair, golden eyes and a sharp jawline, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. I couldn’t help but blush as I took him in. I cleared my throat and introduced myself. "Well new guy, I’m Italia and this is my friend Bridgette. What’s your name?" "My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. I’m Ares." he replied, shaking Bridgette’s hand before taking mine. A tingling sensation coursed through my hand as we shared a smile. He was as striking as his name suggested.

She remarried and already have kids. Ares and I had our happy ending after all. ~The End~ ________________

"I'm actually here to talk to you about something." I blinked at the drowning mash potatoes in the thick gravy, not thinking anything of what he said. Whenever Ares comes in here, he always have a tray of a food, he always sits in that chair, and he always talks. It could be questions, it could stories about his past, or maybe's Theós. He finally explained how he and Theós are brothers. Well twins actually. Fraternal twins. While Theós took after their dad who was English and Greek, Aries took after their mom, who was South Korean.

Their moans echoed off the walls before she pulled away only to answer his question. “Demi… My name is D… Demi.” Ares looked down at the little Keres as she answered his question. His grin growing wider looking more manic than ever. “That’s right, your name is Demi.” Ares clenched his teeth and fisted her hair. He leaned forward placing his arm around her waist and forcefully pulled her tiny body up to his height. Giving him easier access to her. He crashed his lips to hers. Never minding the tiny whimper that left her mouth. He didn’t care if it was a whimper of want or if it was due to him being too rough with her. This is what a Keres is for, to serve him.

"Remember this little mate, you are mine, you are ours. I love you." Ares doesn't hold back and takes me hard and fast, just as we are both about to reach our climaxes, we both mark each other again, just like I did with Aryan. As soon as we mark each other again and we both reach our climaxes straight after, I'm hit with an overwhelming sensation of power. ARES POV

We walked back to the lift and went up to Ares' apartment. "It's still 3.30 and you want to chill?" Ares asked and I nodded. I sat on his sofa and turned on the TV. I was acting like I'm in my own apartment. I sat comfortably on the sofa and Ares came to me with a glass of water. I drank it a little and put it on the table in front of me. "You can turn on netflix." He said and I nodded. "Oh.. 50 shades of grey." "Pervert." I said and he turned to me disbelief.

For six years, i sat behind closed doors, hidden in the darkness, observing, plotting, and preparing myself to exert vengeance on those who took everything away from me. For six years, I watched them have a happy life when they destroyed mine. According to my name 'Ares' which meant 'God of war', I was willing to go to the end of the earth to bring war, and destruction upon those who took my life away from me. Coming to Phoenix-Crest High was part of a perfectly curated plan that was made from the very beginning. Where else would be a perfect place to begin to exert my revenge if not from the place that the most gruesome betrayal happened.

Something hot and bitter climbed my throat. I hated it. Hated weakness. Hated fear. Hated that Miley had managed to make me feel helpless again. A quiet knock sounded against the bedroom door. I froze. “Come in,” I managed. The door opened and Ares walked inside. My breathing stalled. He wore dark trousers and a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. No jacket. No tie. Less billionaire. More dangerous. More real. His eyes landed on me immediately. Sharp.

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

What I didn't know was that in the moment before I jumped, a sweat-soaked Carlo rushed over. He ran toward me desperately, trying to catch my hand. However, it was futile. As I fell rapidly, I heard Carlo shouting my name over and over. I looked up and saw Lucaro's spirit slowly fade into the night, vanishing completely. Congratulations, Lucaro. He was truly free now. A loud crash rang out as I hit the bottom of the cliff. Intense pain made my consciousness blur, and in the haze, I heard Lucaro say to me, "Wendy, in our next life, may we never meet again."