Zeus And My Life Is Yours 소설 & 이야기

Hayley's P.O.V He reached out his hand, and I took it, he gently pulled me off the bed, as he spoke, "I must have killed you without intending to, my apologies for that. The lightning bolts weren't meant for you, but for that blabbermouth." He said, pointing towards the guy with golden–red eyes. "I'm Zeus, welcome to my house." I couldn't contain my laughter, and he stared at me, cocking a brow. "Seriously? I thought I was dead, but, this joke is way too funny. Zeus? You're Zeus?"

Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?" I turned to leave without a word, but Orion fought past the royal guards, crawling pathetically across the floor to block my path: "You're the heir to Zeus! Why didn't you ever tell me?!" His voice was a twisted mix of betrayal and manic joy: "No wonder I couldn't find you... This is amazing! We can finally be together now!" "Nobody will ever stand in our way again! Thalia, you're more than worthy to be my Queen now!"

Zeus turned to the one who spoke and smiled at the man and shook hands with the man with blue eyes. "Hey, Royce," Zeus said to the man, gesturing with his hands. "This is Freya," Zeus introduced her. "And this cute kid here is my daughter Astraea." "Hey, Freya." Royce smiled at her and, damn, she admitted that the man in front of her was hot. "Hey!" Zeus patted Royce's chest. "She's mine, asshole, so back off." Royce chuckled. "Come on, Zeus. She's so beautiful. ''

His gaze locked onto Yang Xiao’s eyes were filled with a killing intent. “Kid, do you know who I am?” Zeus questioned coldly. Yang Xiao sneered and said, "I don't care who you are. You dare to plot against the little girl Ling'er here. Then you are destined to face a tragedy today!" "A tragedy? Really? With just you?" Zeus laughed disdainfully. Then, Zeus said coldly, "It seems that it's necessary to introduce myself. My name is Zeus. I'm the leader of the Curtain of Night, one of the six European clubs!"

Selene assured her daughter. “Your mother is correct.” Zeus told her. “Oh hey, Z.” Storm waved. “Must you call me Z? You do realize that my name is Zeus?” He glared at her. “Yep, but I like Z better.” Storm beamed up at him. “Just like your mother and Tiamat.” He shook his head. “So, what brings to our little end of the world?” Storm asked. “I wanted to bring you this.” He said handing her an old leather-bound book.

He whispered to me, "It's time." My heart lurched in my chest. I looked back and saw that Lucaro's spirit had reached its limit of transparency. Now, all I had to do was follow the plan and sacrifice my life here, making him believe that I died for love. Then, his obsession with me would vanish. Thinking this, I let out a relieved smile and picked up my phone to send Carlo one last message. "Carlo, I won't love you anymore." After that, while holding up the hem of my dress, I walked to the top floor of the wedding chapel.

On the channel. Zeta in a black coat, holding Isabella’s hand as they walk into La Lumière, the new French place that just opened downtown. The one he promised to take me to on my birthday. Media cameras swarm them. “Mr. Zeta! Zeta! Now that your lover is back, what’s going to happen to your wife?” “Are you and Isabella officially back together?” “Does this mean the marriage is over?” “Is Lyssa getting divorced?” Zeta stops walking. His jaw tightens. He turns to the cameras, eyes cold, voice low and calm, the kind of calm that feels dangerous.

I lay on the massive king-sized bed in nothing but a thin black silk robe, staring at the ceiling of the luxurious prison I had called home for two years now. I still remembered the night Jackson Cho bought me at that underground auction. I was twenty-one then, terrified and naked on stage while rich, dangerous men bid on my body. He won. He paid an enormous amount of money and took me home that same night. From that moment, I became his personal sex slave. His toy. His property. He ruined me for anyone else. My body, my mind, even my soul now belonged to the most dangerous mafia lord in the city.

"What are you doing in my grandfather's wing? Asking Lord Zeus to plead for you? Or reminding him that your mother's blood once saved Olympus during the Titan raids?" "Zeus summoned me," I said. "Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday. He will host the Choosing himself." The laughter thinned. Everyone knew Zeus's oath. When I turned twenty, I could choose a husband from the six divine heirs gathered under his roof. The man I chose would receive my dowry, access to the thunder vaults, and the right to stand beside me in the new council. In my last life, I had chosen Apollo and placed a crown in his hands.

“I can’t follow you there…That is the land of the dead…And the living cannot go there…Please…Come back to me, so I can chase you…Chase you properly…So you can fight me…” Something warm spreads inside my chest. I look ahead and beside a stunned dad, I see him. Commander Zeus Ironheart. No shirt. Just like dad. Only his pants and boots. He is staring at me desperately. Fear flooding his eyes. “Sweetheart…” Zeus’ voice comes again. That same voice I have been hearing all this time. I part my lips, shocked. Mesmerized at the sight of him like this. A pull tugging violently inside my heart. “My Athena…Come to me…Please…Come so you can fight me for as long as you want.”