Novel & Cerita Aphrodite Or Ares

She was fit to be called a living Aphrodite, he was just glad Clara was not as flirtatious as the goddess herself, his possessive ego would never allow it. Then, if one thought of it, the two couple really did resemble Aphrodite and Ares. Clara, a beautiful, goddess like woman, attractive, gentle, and motherly like, and she did have a decently high sexual appeal, but not overwhelmingly so. Raphael on the other hand was slightly hot tempered and possessive, just like Ares, he was not the most agreeable person on his position, although he did attract quite the number of women, yet he was deeply in love with Clara, and he had the yearning to fully have her for his own. What would that make Core

is all I can say. Ares may be akin to the god of war when on the battlefield, but the truth is, he is like a child who never grew up. In many ways, he resembles Helios physically– tall, lean and strong – yet he is far more innocent and wild than Helios and has undoubtedly had more fun in life. And though I love Ares as a brother, I cannot bring myself to tell him everything here and now. Everything has spiralled out of control. It’s too insane. I myself haven’t even had time to process the whole thing.

He swallowed thickly, so loudly that I could hear his throat working even with my damaged hearing. “We need this truce,” repeated Dad, “but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to move against you.” My heart stilled. My breath froze in my lungs. That was as good as declaring war. “I won’t hurt her,” Ares breathed. “I have made mistakes in the past, but… Haile is everything I have ever dreamed of. At first, I questioned why the Moon Goddess had chosen us for one another. But the more I know her, the more I understand. She is perfect for me.”

" Ares came into the room anyway, polishing his nails on his white muscle shirt. "List here, sweetheart, I know my way around some things. I think I could help little Uriel understand what a man has and what to do with it." Ares strode up to Athena, who backed away and grabbed the clicker. Ares had a wicked grin on his face. His eye twitched as he looked at Mariah, winking at her while she blew some air kisses. Looking at both of them, there was an undeniable connection. As soon as they were in the same room, they were fawning over each other, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

Zeus asked while gritting his teeth. "Why, are you jealous that I flirt with her?" Ares asked. "I am not jealous." Zeus said. "Admit Zeus, you like her." Ares said. "Are you out of your mind? She is my cousin. I see her as my younger sister." Zeus said. "Then why are you behaving like this? So what if I flirted with her a little, no harm happened." Ares said. "Because I don't want her to fall for a playboy like you. She is very innocent and she deserves the best." Zeus said coldly but regretted it when he saw sadness in Ares's eyes.

Stepping into the virgin room the door had again opened by themselves for her. Persephone, wife of Hades, was the first Aphrodite's gaze landed on when the doors opened. She had a glass of ambrosia in one hand as she sat laughing at what Venus had said minutes before; one of the virgins braided her long black hair. The auburn reddish colour of Venus's hair was similar to that of Aphrodite. Though Aphrodite and Venus's porcelain skin added to their resemblance, from their rosy lips and cheeks to their height, the goddesses, though similar in appearance, were very different in nature and hardly got along. But it had been a decade and Aphrodite had missed her sister dearly.

"And stick to Achilles." "Why does he even matter? He is not the first son of Gerasimus Eliades." "But he is a favorite of my Ares and so therefore makes him a viable candidate for you," Aphrodite replied and then let her eyes go soft. "I do this only to preserve your life." "I feel only pity for Achilles now," Stylani snapped all of a sudden. "Being the favourite of any god only means being used like a pawn for eternity."

Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable. The silence was broken by Hera, her voice sharp as a blade. "His curse grows stronger day by day, Luna," she said, using the name they reserved for Selene. Her golden crown caught the starlight as she leaned forward. "I thought you said he had found his mate. Why does the fire of destruction still burn within him?"

My hands moved gently, back and forth. When I kiss my way down her thighs, would she hold my head in place, rotating her large hips as I feasted? And, oh, the taste of her. She always tasted like the nectar of life. I never tired of drinking from her fountain, and she was always generous with it. Just a little lick and a little teasing, and she would give freely. My hands moved faster, holding the base with a tight grip and pumping faster. In my kind, all I could see was Zara ,mouth opened halfway as I rocked into her with just enough force to have her breasts jiggle .

He looked like he was having a hard time reminiscing about its history. Aphrodite came to the rescue, "Right! Most of us have been friends since then. We grew up in slums, doing different jobs in order to survive and fulfill the needs of our rumbling stomachs. Me, being the face of cybersex, Dionysus... who used to rob the general's main house, Hermes and Ares as the known thieves in town, and then there's Zeus who abducted people for ransom... Athena who was once a stripper, Apollo as a drug addict..." My widening eyes went to Apollo. He smiled as he waved at me. "And Poseidon... the sex slave." What...