Aphrodite Doves Novels & Stories

“Okay, tell me if one day you really want to build your own bakery.” Not wanting to prolong the discussion, Via gave a nod as if she agreed to the contrary. “What is the logo for your dream bakery?” Sean asked. “A pair of doves,” Via answered confidently. Sean's brows furrowed at Via's unusual answer. “Why doves?” “I don't know, I just like the philosophy. Doves have one partner for life, bread love is very fitting to use pigeons as a brand logo.” Sean chuckled softly at the name of the bakery.

Well, I expected this for they have similar interests and are alike in manners. Continuing on the stone path I spot a metal cage painted in crystal white from the rods to the soles of its feet. Wishing to see the life held caged within I take slow steps towards the calmness that beckons me. Squinting my eyes trying to see what resides in there, I squeal when I find white doves within the barrier. They don't chirp or rattle the cage when I approach rather stay as they are and stare at me with their black jewels.

He has never acted like this before. Dove is sitting quietly, reading a book. Sunlight from the window illuminates her beautiful face. Although the two are twins, their personalities and looks are very different. Clara is always sharp and full of life, and Dove is elegant and calm. But they both have in common that they don't want to date. Clara quickly ran into the room. She wanted more advice from Dove. Since becoming human, Dove is the only person she trusts. "I just gathered information about him." Clara said.

I state with interest. "You may have heard of me. My name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and this is my son, Eros. God of sex, lust, and passionate desire. The one who can bring irresistible feelings and impulses with the use of his arrow. He is often referred to as Cupid, but as you can see, he is not like what humans have made him out to be. Lastly, this is my dear friend, Peitho. Goddess of persuasion and seduction." she explains, introducing both herself and the other two sexy individuals. "This is definitely a dream." I mumble to myself.

I smile I as open it. It’s a broach with a rose bloom surrounded by diamond “Oh it’s lovely,” I smile and turn it so everyone can see. Finch, Anderson, Carter, and Finely all go pale before staring at Dove with shocked expressions.

"There is a vendor that is supposed to be there today who sells custom-designed kites and we want to see what they have. Don't hold lunch for us though." Aphrodite stepped in front of Devon and looked up at her daughter, "I'm going to kiss Daddy. You know what to do." Athena giggled and placed her hands over both of Devon's ears. She kept giggling as he leaned down to accept a passionate kiss from his wife. When Aphrodite stepped back, Athena quickly removed her hands and began clapping. Devon wiggled his ears and emitted a sigh of relief. They had adopted Athena right after they had gotten married. She was three years old and was a precocious child and it felt absolutely perfect for their f

It had been a dry year, even by the standards of Lonesome Dove, and the spring was just springing enough to make a nice mud puddle. The pigs spent half their time rooting around the springhouse, hoping to get into the mud, but so far none of the holes in the adobe was big enough to admit a pig. The damp burlap the jug was wrapped in naturally appealed to the centipedes, so Augustus made sure none had sneaked under the wrapping before he uncorked the jug and took a modest swig. The one white barber in Lonesome Dove, a

Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it. The stake that pierced the dove's heart was adorned with a delicate filigree, resembling the threads of a DNA helix. As you gazed closer, the tattoo revealed more nuances. The dove's wings seemed to morph into tendrils, while the cobra's scales appeared to shift into molecular structures.

Aphrodite sat upright as she looked at the babe and I placed the babe in her arms. "Oh, she smells so good," Aphrodite moaned as she closed her eyes before they opened to look right into mine. I brought my hand up to caress her cheek before I leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, "only the best for you, my Aphrodite. Now, eat." Her fangs elongated before she greedily dug her face into the babes neck and the babe screeched as Aphrodite drank from her. I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears.

White, pink, and red flowers spanned the area and a bright light shone from a big globe that sat at a corner. "Where have you been Cupid?" She demanded. "I have been up and down, here and there. Shooting forth my arrows of love. Pairing people and creating families, as you have instructed," he shrugged. Aphrodite took another glass ball from a basket beside her and flung it against the pillar. It broke to pieces. "Why are you so angry my goddess?" He asked as he eyed the broken glass. "It was supposed to be two. Those mulled-headed, thick-skinned, and extremely clueless werewolves," she mumbled annoyed.