Aphrodite Or Ares Novels & Stories

I stood near the back, my hand resting on the hilt of the golden sword at my side, my eyes fixed on the two figures at the altar. Androkles, resplendent in his formal robes, looked every bit the Lord Ares, his posture a study in quiet, confident authority. And beside him, Ismene-Eirene, a vision of ethereal beauty, her face hidden behind a delicate veil, was a calm, steady presence.

Mariana Adams' Point of View Everytime I think of all the girls Ares has fucked, all I could be feeling was jealous and at the same time, envious. He was really good at making every girl feel damn satisfied whenever he does something that could pleasure us. Thinking he had done it with others, I couldn't erase the sudden scene in my head as faces of unknown girls kept on popping to my mind whilat Ares was fucking them. It makes my blood boil but I couldn't be angry. I don't want him to call me immature and besides, I'm trying my best to erase that sudden thought to my mind.