Aphrodite Jones: Books Novels & Stories

"She's not talking yet, still must be in shock. But she'll break eventually. They always do. They think it’s a case of child trafficking." Before I could answer Chase to follow up the recent case, I heard a loud yawning just outside the dining room. "What the fuck was that?" Chase hissed on the phone, choking on his coffee. "Lucas. Get your ass up here. Pronto," I answered and ended the call, shutting it before Chase could complain. I pretended to read through my emails, opening a few and replying to one from WCY New York when Lucas grunted his way inside the room. Naked on the waist up. His toned muscles glinted from the morning sun like a Greek god drenched in honey. The V-line just above

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

"Zeus is currently meditating and you know how it works. We can't disturb him." Aphrodite stood to her feet. "What are we going to do then? Watch Ares have his way? He has already turned the people against the moon goddess. The world is slowing slipping into his palms. Zeus's meditations takes days and my patience is wearing thin. I can't wait that long." "Disrupting his meditation is as good as dying and you know the rules. I believe he is seeing everything that's happening and will be back to put Ares in his place."

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, Julian. I’m the girl who stole from the devil and realized she liked the fire.” He groaned, a low, guttural sound, and stood up, carrying me back toward the cool darkness of the bedroom. The sun was high, the world was moving on, but inside the walls of Julian Vane’s world, time stood still. The debt was long since paid, but the collection never ended. I was his prize, his obsession, and his greatest sin. And as he threw me onto the bed and moved to claim me once again, I realized that some cages were worth more than freedom.

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

Betty was beautiful, an orphan who had come to New York to follow her passion of being a health care worker, but instead, fell in love with stripping for money. "Oh.. he was okay." Madison grabbed the plate. "Hey! Go get yours in the kitchen!" Betty yelled with furrowed brows, snatching the plate from her. Madison rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly. "Glutton." She muttered under her breath before disappearing into the kitchen. Madison could barely sleep that night after having dinner. The outline of Killian's dick inside his pants kept her awake. She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why.

Maybe the answers lie within Jamari’s history, or rather her wolf’s past lives. My gaze moves to the book lying hidden under a stack of books on the corner of my desk. The book that I took from the hidden room at the old Church Ruins. The book with the history of Athena and all of her reincarnations. Without thought my hand reaches for the book, pulling it out from under the stack of forgotten books. My fingers move gently over the picture of a beautiful woman dressed in a white toga, golden armor covering her breast, torso, and hips like a second skin. Thigh high golden flat boots covers the woman’s bare legs, the tops moving outwards in the shape of wings.