Novel & Cerita Aphrodite Jones: Books

I picked up my phone to check my messages. There was a missed call and a text—both from Tracy. The timestamp said it was sent just after midnight. I opened the message, and what I read hit me like a punch to the chest. [Honey, Mr. Booth asked me to go on a business trip with him to Joselton. I'll probably be gone for three or four days. Take care of yourself, okay? Don't skip breakfast. Love, Tracy] Tracy had left for a trip last night? Then who the hell was the woman lying behind me right now?

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

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I noticed tattoos peeking out from beneath her jumper and felt an instant flame of jealousy. Pretty didn't cover it. This girl was rock’n’roll chic, different from Isla’s sexiness, but she still looked every inch the girlfriend of a rockstar. I searched my brain for anything I had read that told me one of Dionysus Rising was dating and came back blank. Not that it was surprising. After what had happened with Dion, I had purposely not gone searching for gossip about the band. Anything I knew about their antics was purely due to Elodie filling me in.

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“This is judgment.” Seraphine laughed as she pulled herself from the wreckage. “You always were a dramatic little brat.” Lyra’s voice was steel. “And you always underestimated the ones you couldn’t control.” The forest around them lit up, wolves from both packs gathering on the ridge to witness the impossible battle—the disgraced she-wolf turned goddess of flame, and the fallen Luna drunk on darkness. Seraphine raised her hand. “Let’s give them a show.” She summoned the dark mist in a swirl of agony—screams of souls bound in magic echoed in the air. Lyra countered with a pulse of searing gold, light so pure it burned the shadow into nothingness.

Helen laughed. "Trust me. Everyone becomes curious eventually." The response caught Aisha's attention immediately. "What does that mean?" The older woman disappeared briefly between shelves before returning with three storage boxes. Each was packed with notebooks. Not files. Not medical records. Notebooks. Hundreds of them. Aisha stared. "Oh." Helen smiled knowingly. "Exactly." The first box alone contained nearly fifty journals. Each carefully labeled. Each dated. Each preserved. Aisha ran her fingers across the covers. Most showed signs of extensive use.

--- That’s the woman Aphrodite was—seductive and untouchable, fierce yet fragile. And I was obsessed with every part of her. With her body, her secrets, her soul. No matter what it took, I would claim her. Because Aphrodite wasn’t just a goddess of beauty. She was a goddess of fire. And I was ready to burn.

# Chapter 13: Twisted Truth Eve sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers still trembling from the fake panic attack she'd used to cover Marcus's latest threat. Alex held her close, his strong arms a shield against the world, while Lila prepared tea in the kitchen. The envelope from the mysterious figure burned in her hidden drawer, calling to her like a live wire. Everything felt like it was spiraling faster than she could control.

Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves. Caleb lay on their bed, while Scarlet and Ruth were sprawled out on a pile of furs before the fireplace on the far side of the room. This room was so sprawling, that even with all of them in it, Caitlin still felt alone with her thoughts. In the adjacent room, she knew, were Sam and Polly. It had been a long day, and a long feast with Aiden’s coven and the king’s men, and they were all settling in for the night.