Aphrodite Draw Novels & Stories

Aphrodite dramatically places her arm over her heart. "Hey." I almost wail with stress when she in my mother's appearance skips over in a pale blue fork, its neckline too low for my liking though fairly modest. The piece of clothing I held was tugged free of my grip as Hades moves to the simple wooden bench, one of the two on each side and the only furniture there is and my lips press together as he his gaze moves away from us, distant and indifferent to all. "Its fine, he just doesn't like looking at me." Aphrodite whispers to my ears when my mind forgets her presence and in reflex I step back from the sudden closeness never intending to seem repulsed.

Loving the moment that he is seeing, as the scream of that little girl is like music to his ears. “I want nothing, but my happiness.” He whispers, then laughs maniacally. With the sudden storm that’s raging havoc for the birth of the being that is supposed to not exist. He smiles wide and even more for the birth of his own doll. “I welcome you to this world of dread and darkness my little chimera.” Fully grown, a beautiful woman who is the epitome of goddess Aphrodite emerges from the black mud in the center of the spell. Slowly as the mud washed from her body, she looks at her master with lustful excitement in her eyes and greeted him.

The woman, Aphrodite let out a loud laugh. “He’s cute, Ares. I want to keep him.” Her voice was a seductive purr as she stepped closer to me. Her heels clicked as she gracefully walked over the hard surface of the concreate flooring. Aphrodite held out her hand and traced her long red fingernails over my collarbone. Demi’s grip on me loosened and I turned to see her moving to step in front of me. What the hell is she doing? Before I could move her back behind me, Demi straightened to her full height. Her stance changed to that of a strong female warrior. Her fear is no longer controlling her features as it has been replaced by jealous anger.

The woman, Aphrodite let out a loud laugh. “He’s cute, Ares. I want to keep him.” Her voice was a seductive purr as she stepped closer to me. Her heels clicked as she gracefully walked over the hard surface of the concreate flooring. Aphrodite held out her hand and traced her long red fingernails over my collarbone. Demi’s grip on me loosened and I turned to see her moving to step in front of me. What the hell is she doing? Before I could move her back behind me, Demi straightened to her full height. Her stance changed to that of a strong female warrior. Her fear is no longer controlling her features as it has been replaced by jealous anger.

Zamir Trian Cassano's Point of View In Greek mythology, Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty but in my eyes, Claudia can beat Aphrodite however she likes. They say, Aphrodite could provoke desire and Claudia does that to me from the moment I've seen her. Her eyes were captivating as if I was in a peaceful stream of gardens filled with white roses that symbolizes innocence and purity, red roses that symbolizes unending admiration and romantic feelings toward someone you love and sunflowers that are known to be as a sign of loyalty and adoration.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

I say with a slow nod. "Yeah, but it's not a good idea to use magic on others without their consent. It's unethical". He wink at me. "But you can ask her to boost your seductive powers. Afrodite is a great example by the way, she symbolises desire, passion and sexuality, her son Eros stands for love and relationships". "But why not use Freja then ? Isn't she the same as Afrodite ?" I ask.

His black leather bodysuit made him look like the sexiest blacksmith ever and his fire hued hair was bedazzling. Across from there sat the other four; Aphrodite goddess of love, she looked like the ideal woman, perfect in every way. She had on a light pink robe and adorned herself with the whitest of pearls. She was breathtaking. Apollo god of the sun, well, he couldn't be seen as he was blazing too bright as all the other gods had to shield their eyes. Hermes messenger of the gods and god of mischief, he was in his usual servant robes but in a more godly form, with his winged sandals and staff.

Irritated, I looked to my right, and any and all air left me for the second time today. Coming toward me was a vision. An absolute vision; I’m talking Botticelli’s Aphrodite walking toward me down the aisle. Long, chestnut hair fell in waves around her elfin-shaped face, over her shoulders and down her back. A snub nose centred on her face, which ended in full-ish petal pink lips and a softly pointed chin. It was her eyes that captivated me though, unfocused as they were. The deepest blue I’d ever seen; a deep navy where the catchlights looked like twinkling stars across a midnight sky. Wait, why am I drawn to her? Is she? And then all air left my body for the third time in 30 minutes as he

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.