Poseidon Pjo Novels & Stories

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It had been a week since Noah lost his job at Button Boss and ended up becoming Jessica's assistant. On his first day of work as an assistant, the photo shoot models came from a top Korean boy group called P13R (read: PIER). It was said that the name meant “Thirteen for Perfection and Rarity.”

The stage is set for a deliberative and transformative event that will shape the future of Tritania's legal system. In front of each majestic throne, there is a compact and portable piece of furniture, resembling a fusion of a folding desk and a podium. These mini-desks are adorned with various items, including papers, an ink quill, and crystals. King Poseidon, seated on his throne, reaches out and touches one of the crystals in front of him. As he does so, the petition regarding Bryan and Joe's supposed remedy for the ailing pod is projected in the water before him, visible to all.

Minho and LJ moved in front of Javi, as if they could protect their brother from what was already done to him. "Poseidon." Minho snarled, "Let Javier go, now, or your superiors will hear about this." "Which superior? The only superior I recognize is my brother, Zeus, and he was the one who ordered me to assist the demons." Poseidon shrugged, sauntering toward them. He had taken the human form of someone who looked barely fifteen, although the characteristic injury to his left eye was still there. A gift from his brother Zeus, the rumors said. Minho had belatedly noticed Poseidon cradling a dagger in his hand.

One look at Poseidon and the tears started pouring. Fuck it.

"Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, and more." "If we're reintroducing ourselves, I suppose I should join in." A gruff voice says, the voice of an approaching man. His shoulders are broad and chiseled, his dark blue t-shirt clinging tightly to him, his hair a deep black, matching his equally dark, scruffy beard. His eyes are a clear ocean blue, glittering with mischief, a necklace of seashells strung around his neck. "I am Poseidan." He says in a voice that screams of power, promising violence at any challenge. "And this is my wife, Amphrite."

this pool belongs to me" he repeated again. "What! Why? how?" I asked. The door opened and Artemis walked in, "there you are! She said, grinning." "So, Artemis, I see you forgot to tell her this was my property." He said, his eyes gleaming mischievously. She sighed, " Hayley, this pool was made for Poseidon. Zeus gave him this spot as his private spot. The fishman also missed his habitat. And I don't think you can use the term 'property' for a pool in Zeus's house."

His loud hooves against the granite did nothing to conceal themselves. “Loki,” Luci barked, waving him back in. “We have a mission, now isn’t the time.” Loki rolled his eyes, walking back in. “Well, can we at least take these guys?” Loki’s thumb pointed outward, waving it around the monsters behind him. Luci cocked a smile and nodded. “I don’t think it would be a bad idea at all.” “No,” Poseidon strolled in, wearing his god-like attire. A sheeted white cloth, with a triton in hand. His belt holding the fabric to his body was of thick eel leather and a ball of water in his hand.