Olympians Comic Mga Nobela at Kwento

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

Now for the next question, where am I? The door opened, like a big golden door, and a man stepped out while drying his hair. Holy gods of perfection! What is this! Who is this?! Am I in Olympics? Is this one of the sons of Zeus? Is this Hercules? I heard he's sexy. Wait, if I'm in Olympics, am I dead? Or have I been abducted to be the wife of one of the gods? Those psycho have a thing for abducting women. He stopped walking, freezing midway of pulling his hair with his yellow towel. He looked at me for a while and smiled, what's wrong with my chest? I looked down at my chest, why was it beating so fast?