Aphrodite Novels & Stories

“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

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

Because the more I thought about it, the more I imagined Melite and Europa’s naked bodies with droplets of water slipping slowly over the curves I’ve come to know and enjoy. I knew I’d been thinking about it too much when my mind conjured up images of Andromache and even Eurymedusa naked. I shook my head. Yeah, my mind had drifted too far. Demoleon groaned on the bed. “How long does it take to bathe? Do they think they are Aphrodite or something? Gods.” he grumbled.

She smiled as he inhaled her scent, showing that she was his and Anika liked that. “Wait until the Folk Festival. You will like it,” he whispered before they entered the museum as Damien held the door for her. ***** Anika was staring at the monument that was a depiction of a woman and something. She did not know much about sculpture even when she saw a lot of it when she was back in Milan. Damien was holding her hand as they were staring at it together. “You know, the locals believe that this island was the birthplace of Aphrodite, The Goddess of Love in Ancient Greece. Do you know about her myth?” he said before Anika turned to see that Damien was staring at

Willow frowned at him, "I'm sorry, but Witchcraft and all that isn't my specialty." "No, it's alright. I was a bit confused at first myself." Willow smiled lightly before she looked back at Amira, "Artemis is the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, but the Romans identified with her of the name Diana." She holds up three fingers, "She's part of the triple Goddess with Selene or Luna in Roman and Hecate." She lowered her hand, "And yet it was Artemis that you came across?"

It was Aphrodite's deity, a man who just loved the idea of being a subordinate to a powerful woman. "I don't think I need to tell you my name because you very well know who I am. We've known each other since we were both humans." Aubrey rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, completely annoyed. Xun, Aphrodite's deity, chuckled out as he sat on the seat that Hades had been sitting on earlier.

A light suddenly engulfed me. * * * A/N: Chloris is the Greek goddess of roses, but rose is also a symbol for Aphrodite, which means love.

I turned back to the rest of them. The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen stared back at me, with a warm smile. She had white hair, emerald eyes, and pale beige skin. She wore a white dress. "Aphrodite. Goddess of love and beauty." She spoke with a tender voice. Another had dark hair, grey eyes. She wore a black basic bandeau. Her hair was twisted up into a bun, she was also beautiful. "You're?" I asked curiously. "Athena." "Ohh" I exclaimed. " The one who cursed Medusa."

This courtyard was one of the smaller ones, surrounded by weeping willows, whose branches hung inches above the surface of a tiny pond. “I have no clue who you are, and you’re expecting me to get all hot and sweaty with you?” I placed my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes at the golden-haired Adonis standing in front of me—Helios, his name was. Not that anyone could forget a name like that.