Persephone And Apollo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something I would have completely missed if I wasn’t already staring at him. “So it’s settled then. No more trying to kill each other.” I nodded in agreement. Our laughter quickly came to a halt as Garren and Perseus entered the room again. Garren's eyes narrowed on Apollo before he looked at me. Perseus gripped his shoulder tightly as if he was preparing to hold him back. The purple glow returned to his eyes as he returned his focus to Apollo’s. Garren shrugged Perseus’s hand off his shoulder. Closing his eyes before blowing out a long breath.

I had just stepped out of Zeus's western study when I met Apollo and his companions in the Hall of Eagles. The corridor was lined with white statues and braziers of blue flame. Apollo stood between them like he owned the light itself, his golden mantle falling from one shoulder. The sons of the old houses went quiet when they saw me, then one of them gave a lazy laugh. "Look who came back to beg again. Persephone really cannot stay away from Apollo's sunlight." "A daughter of Zeus chasing a man like a lovesick mortal. Olympus must be proud."

Morpheus' cold voice echoed once again. Persephone glanced at him, chuckling with her head lowered. "Sir—" "Don't make me repeat myself!" He advanced a step, his gaze overpowering and icy, chilling the entire store. The shop assistant had no choice but to process the refund for them. - Persephone trailed behind Morpheus on the way home until they reached their destination. After bidding farewell to Wynn, she cautiously approached him. Standing next to him as he opened the door, she caught his glance.

He smirked. Apollo furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” He asked. Ares snapped his fingers and they appeared in the school garden, exactly where Dominic and Selene were. Apollo gasped when he saw that they were kissing. His eyes widened in surprise. “Wh… what? It can't be!” He looked at Ares. This can't be true. Selene told him she didn't love Dominic. What the heck was she doing? He shook his head, trying to give himself hope.

"The night is young, Princess." The door swung open. Ares and Atlas's identical silhouettes filled the frame. Ares’s gaze was dark and hungry, scanning my disheveled state with primal satisfaction. Atlas’s smile was a knowing curve, his eyes drinking in the evidence of Apollo’s possession. They stepped in together, and the room, already dominated by Apollo, seemed to shrink. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing us in. "She’s tender," Apollo said, his voice conversational as his hands stroked my bare hips. "But greedy. Always so greedy."