Aphrodite Nicknames Novels & Stories

"Well, what did you guess?" He took a deep breath, his expression now serious. "I guess your name is Aphrodite," he said. "What?" I held back my laughter; I didn't expect him to mention one of the Greek goddesses. "Yeah, because you're so beautiful, so Aphrodite," he said again. "Harper, its just Harper," I said, holding myself back from exploding. My cheeks must be very red by now. It felt different when I received a compliment like this.

Are you gonna buy me cotton candy ice-cream or chocolates or milkshakes. Now, now , now she is acting all innocent. My little kitten definitely knows what I meant. To Athena: Don't act innocent, Mi amore. You're not that innocent both you and me know that. Cat got the tongue uh! Athena: Whatever *rolls my eyes*. Gonna sleep so tired. Good night, Li. Li. Is that a nickname for me. I chuckled at the name she gave me. To Athena: Dream of me, mon amour.

Although he had already guessed it, he wanted to confirm it from her. Her brows knit in a frown, then a little twinkle in her green orbs. "Did you just call me Shrimati?" She asked "Yes, don't you like it?" "Um, but I'm the complete opposite of what it means" She replied smartly and he liked it. "You are, at least for me, you're my little Shrimati" Adrian however, preferred to call her princess, he liked how the nickname ran smoothly on his tongue, the name fit her perfectly, and more because it caused the deepest blush on her face every time.

Her eyes shone as if she was pleased with herself. I was of course confused as to how she knew of me and why these people could see some sort of beauty in me when I could not. The woman must have seen my knitted eyebrows and quizzical expression painted all over my face because she quickly took my hand and gave it a light squeeze before speaking again, “Please excuse me for my foolishness, I forgot that you would not have a single clue as to who I am, sweet Kyliena.” She gave me a wide smile before stating “Ti but the world knows me as Aphrodite.”

He bowed his head over my shoulder. “The humans bind her with their sins as a sacrifice. The girl has many names. Iphigenia. Psyche. Eve. It's always the maiden they blame, never the prince or king. Mankind is so eager to martyr their women. As if a spindle prick would damn her.”

Zach says. “No problem, Nickname,” Yorick says, grinning at him. “Nick ... No! I make the nicknames. I don’t have one,” he says. “Sounds like you do now, Nickname,” Piper says, crossing the finish line and joining our group. “Yeah, Nickname,” Landon says, slapping him on the shoulder. Zach turns and points at me. “You’re the last hold out, Aphrodite.” “Aphrodite?” I ask.

There were golden yellow, palette yellow, white, orange, an pink. “Woah, talk about a daffodil craze.” she remarked. “To tell you the truth, your ladyship, it was almost impossible to grow any flower in the underworld especially because of the absence of the madam.” “Really? Then what is it with Hades and daffodils?” In her mind, she is calling him stupid. “You might not remember this but daffodils or narcissus, as we call it, reminds the master of you.” “Of me?” Angelique searched her brain for possible connection of Persephone, Hades and narcissus but failed. Unfortunately, her favorite Greek mythology couple is Eros and Psyche.

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.

She sets him down, and Aphrodite’s boy looks over at him. “I think we have just created a new pair of best friends,” Athena announces. “What have you named them?” Hera asks. “My only son is named Chris, and my two daughters are Mykenzie and Kylani.” Aphrodite announces. “What is your son’s name?” Aphrodite asks. “His name is Ryein, but we call him Rye for short.” She answers.

Apollo blinked a few times before answering. “Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the moon… even childbirth and chastity.” “I knew it!” Summer cheered, grinning at Artemis. “I should call you a goddess! You’re so pretty, just like her!” “Does that mean you’ll call me Uncle God?” Apollo piped up. Summer wrinkled her nose. “But you’re not a god.” “Yeah, but Apollo is a god—and he’s handsome.” “But you’re not as cool as him.”