Munroe Island

Chapter 3

Appollo watched till Alex's car disappered from his view. It was quite late at night, and there was nobody around.

Wow. Walk at night with the stars. If only there was somebody to share this romantic moment with me, he chuckled to himself.

Appollo led a normal, perhaps boring life. He was thirty five years old, and quite a successful novelist. He was an orphan, and was adopted by Xander and Helena Angelos at the age of 1. It was revealed to him on his 18th birthday, but still he considered them to be his true family, and so never bothered to find his biological parents. They were also loving, and considered him as their own child. They had decided against having their own kids.

Describing Appollo as attractive would be an understatement. Raven hair, hazel eyes, a long straight nose, thin lips, good physique...he had women swooning over him, but he was least interested in any of them. He was never someone to have flings just for the sake of it, rather he wanted to be with someone whom he knew he could trust his heart with. He had not come across anyone whom he truly felt a connection with, hence he was still single.

Xander and Helena had been continually trying to get him to at least date some girls during his younger days. They finally gave up their quest when Appollo made it very clear to them that he wasn't ready to land in a relationship, and he would when he meet someone worthy yet. Even though they were worried about him, they accepted and respected his decision.

Appollo had a small set of close friends, the closest being Damon. He was a journalist, who worked for a popular newspaper in Delphis. He was the one who gave Appollo the idea of writing a novel based on the castle on the island. The Munroe Island.