Aph Greece Novels & Stories

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” “You’ll also let me know if I get it right?” Arthur chuckles while nodding. Bethany grinned, determination flashing in her eyes. “Okay, let’s start with the obvious. Paris?” Arthur shook his head. “Too cliché.” “Italy? Rome? Venice?” Arthur sighed, smiling. “You’re going to have to try harder than that. Might not even be in France.” Bethany gasped as an idea hit her. “Oh my God, Greece! Are we going to Santorini? I knew it!”

It just does not fit me well. The hours passed very quickly and evening came. We dined in a hurry and boarded to the carriage. Fortunately I was feeling much better and I was able to enjoy my trip which was long and tedious. Five hours later we finally arrived in Athens, the capital of Greece. The city was enormous with Parthenon dominating the area. Houses and mansions were scattered around the hill that Parthenon is located. We stopped outside a big mansion. A butler came out and opened the door for me helping me to get off the carriage.

Disclaimer: This story delves into what a modern ‘Hierodoules' or ‘sacred sex service' practice to the gods of ancient Greece would look like in the 21st century. So please read with an open mind. ~Athena's POV~ My name is Athena, and in this sprawling, neon-lit Athens where ancient ruins bump shoulders with skyscrapers and the hum of traffic never sleeps, I never imagined I'd become the city's desperate offering.

Duke Barclay huffed before he looked down at me, his eyes going from angry to awe, "I hope to set my eyes upon you in the near future, Aphrodite. Stay well and enjoy the wine that I brought in all the way from France." At that both men walked away and left me to dine alone. I could not go back to the way that I was before. As I went to bring my glass to my lips, my hands shook uncontrollably. I was afraid, afraid of what Master Abigor would do when we returned home.