Aphrodite Nicknames Novels & Stories

Venus gasped in disbelief. "This is a scandalous affair indeed!" Venus cried. "Who would have expected it from a decent goddess like you! So now that the fine daughter of mine has a girlfriend, tell me her name. Who is it that has tempted my innocent child? Is it one of that crowd of Nymphae, or one of the Horae, the seasons? Or one of the bands of Muses, or my servants, the Graces? Tell me, daughter, who is she?" "Her name is Psyche," the youthful goddess reluctantly replied.

“I bet you wouldn’t be able to come up with one anyway,” “How about nugget?” I giggle. Okay, it’s officially a waste to fear John. “That’s actually kinda cute,” John looks sour. “Shrimp then?” “Overused,” I reply. “Try harder,” “Short stuff?” Smiling, I shake my head. “All those nicknames are cute and kinda fitting since I’m short,” “How about Marina the great?” Embarrassment finds my cheek, and I freeze, eyes caught on the angel who studies me briefly before his lips turn grim.

Although it has almost no effect, it's her way of caring for her Gamma. “Thanks, Sophie.” Alex thanked her. “You know, each of you has a nickname for me, they're similar but different. Perseus calls me Sophy, Achilles Soph and Alex Sophie.” My mate commented with a smile. “It means that each of us loves you in a different way.” Alex replied before I could. “Your Gamma's right.” I spoke, not feeling the pang of jealousy that would usually come over me. I can no longer see Alex as a love competitor.

I began, my mind freezing completely, until Apollo stepped in with impressive ease. "We met in Greece," he said without hesitation, like he'd rehearsed the story for months. "That's where the nicknames come from, in case you're wondering. We've called each other that ever since. Aphrodite was touring ancient temples, photographing ruins and I…" he smiled, "I was trying to impress a beautiful tourist I'd just seen arguing about mythology with the local guide." I stared at him, surprised, but his expression was so convincing that for a second I almost believed the story myself. I quickly joined in.

I keep chatting and talking, but she never responds. "Let me go. Then I am going to forgive you," she mutters. "That won’t happen, darling," I say with a smile. "Since I don’t think this is your true name, I will refer to you as Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and I hope you can love and cherish me one day because my love for you is as deep as the ocean." Just by glancing at my partner, I appear energized. "Josh, meet my queen, Aphrodite. Please greet and honor her."

“I’ll send you the full report to your email, but the important parts are that while we all think of her as the Goddess of Love, she is, more specifically, the Goddess of Physical Love. So, that makes her important to the physical part of our relationships, which we all know is important, but it is just a piece of the equation. Aside from Aphrodite, there are seven deities responsible for what we think of as love. They are called Erotes. We know them as cherubs. Think about images of cute little fat baby angels.” “You mean like Cupid?” I feel my brows knit in confusion. “Well, Cupid is his name in Roman mythology. Greek Mythology knows him as Eros. He handles passion, but this is a conversat

Wanting to move away from the depressing discussion of her sister's passing, "Do you mind if I ask you something?" "I suppose..." Aphrodite considered how to phrase her question, "I don't want to offend you again, but can you share how you got the nickname, 'DO'?" Devon chuckled and said, "I'm not offended, and the nickname is based on a very innocent circumstance..." "What is that?" she asked.

Some that I've heard is why two hot twins are sitting with someone who can curse them for the rest of the school year. That didn't bother me at all because I am a curse, and my name doesn't fit me at all. My mother had named us after her favorite Greek mythology gods, Athena and Ares are a perfect match, but Aphrodite; the Goddess of love and beauty. Just having a name like that, I felt like a laughing stock.

plus, it suits her beauty. “It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just that, I wanted my friend to call me by nickname. Since for me, calling me Aphrodite would be for strangers,” She said. “Ahh, ok. I’ll come up with your nickname if I have thought of one,” I said. We just finished changing our clothes for our PE. The class finished quickly. Aphrodite and I head our way home. There are only two subjects for this day. “Do you want to come and visit me in my dorm?” Aphrodite asks.

She tilted her chin as she stared me down, looking like she was more superior than I was. “Aphrodite.” I stared at her, hoping she told me it was just a joke. Aphrodite? As per, the Greek goddess who came off Cronus’ balls? As per, the deranged woman who thinks she is the most beautiful? That same? I gve the benefit of the doubt as I waited for her to tell me it was merely a joke. But when it didnt come, I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Aphrodite?” I repeated. “Your parents really named you after a goddess, or did you give that name to yourself?”