All Chapters of Crimson Chronicles: Apollo & His Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Livia I could hear murmuring in the distance. Everything is so dark. Where am I? How did I get here? "We're losing them." "Losing who?" "Clear." I fell to my knees in pain while a bright blinding light engulfed my body. Next thing I knew, I was standing on a beach. The sand is the gentlest hue of gold with just the right comforting warmth. But it was something about the ocean that always drew me. It correlates so much with mortal life. One minute it's serene; the slightest disturbance sways my body putting me on the alert, but eventually, I relax. Then sometimes, it is like a typhoon. Its currents first pull me away from the safety of the shore, then wave after wave knocks me under, suffocating me, but somehow I make it to the surface. The cycle continues until the storm subsides. "Beautiful, isn't it?" the sudden voice made me jump out of my skin. But to my surprise, "Alaric?" "I never knew you to be the one to give up, Livia." "Huh?" he just smiled. "Livia, baby, ca

Parker I dragged Apollo to the garden area, away from the gathering. "Where are you taking me, Parker?" With the stupidest grin, "You mind explaining what that was?" Apollo was perplexed. "What are you talking about?" Parker's grin had grown wider. "I'm talking about how you were ogling that girl." "What, girl?" I poked him. "You know which girl I'm talking about. The one that gave the speech." Unknowingly a smile made its way to Apollo's lips. I haven't seen a smile like that, well, since ever. "Livia Moon," he chimed her name like he was enchanted under a spell. "And now you have this creepy look that would put scarecrows out of business." I teased. Apollo put on a blank face. "I was not ogling her." "Sure you weren't, and you are also not smiling while thinking about her." Apollo cleared his throat. "Can you do something for me?" I bet it pertains to a certain someone. "Don't I always?" "Can you get her for me?" "Who, Livia? Why?" "I would like to indulge in an intell

Livia Incoming group call Nina answered the call, "Hello, darling." "Where are y'all?" Percy asked. We could hear music blaring in the background. "Being fashionably late. Relax." Nina responded. Percy sneered. "It's fashionable if you look good. Otherwise, you're late and don't respect others' time." Nina rolled her eyes. "Rude." "No, what's rude are those busted stripper heels you're probably wearing." She gasped, "Never disrespected my Christian Louboutin stilettos. They make my calves pop, and this ass voluptuous." This time Percy was the one to gasp, "Ass? Since when?" These two are constantly at each other's throats. "My gosh, Percy. We just pulled up. Where do you want to meet?" It went silent. Livia thought the call had dropped. "You did not just call me by my name." "I'm sorry, but can you tell me where to go." "Come to the back. We reserved a spot for you." He hung up the phone before I could say anything. "Somebody's in trouble." Sandra razzed. I

Malakai "I was like you once. A neglective father that blamed me for all his life problems." he looked off to the distance, reminiscing, "Do you know what it's like to never feel your mother's love." "Try not having any recollection of ever having a mother. I guarantee it's a far worse feeling." Livia thought. Malakai continued with his painful memory. "My mother died during childbirth. My father took it upon himself to instill that I murdered my mother. He constantly reminded me of how I took the love of his life away from him. In his words, if my wife didn't have such a big heart and terminated the pregnancy after knowing the risk like I told her, she would be here with me, and I wouldn't be stuck with a curse." A curse? Did his own father call him a curse? Livia balled her fist in anger. "How can he blame you for that? You didn't choose to be born." she burst. "And if your father loved your mother the way he claimed, he would have loved you with a mother's heart, not a stranger.

Livia Livia furrowed her brows. "Okay, and what's the big deal about that?" "What's the big deal!" Luca yelled, making Heath flinch from the sudden outburst. "L-Luca, pl-please d-don't y-yell." Hearing Heath's shaky voice, Luca quickly walked over to him. He had his head down with his hands over his ears, hyperventilating. Luca quickly embraced him. "Clam down, kiddo. Deep breaths. Your airhead is so sorry." "Take him to get some fresh air. Then, we will meet you guys in the garage." Asa told them. As the both of them slowly made their way to the elevators. "Is he okay?" Livia asked. Asa held his lips in a tight line. "The sentiment of someone being okay is subjective. Everyone has faced something that has impacted their lives, some for good, others for the worst. Do you know that 46% of children under seventeen are exposed to trauma? In addition, 16% of those children develop PTSD, and 4%-7% go underdiagnosed." "No, I didn't know that, but what does that have to do with Heat