Aphrodite's Beauty Novels & Stories

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.”

I look at my watch, surprised that I am fifteen minutes earlier than our meeting time. “You’re here.” I look up when I heard those familiar and soft voice. My heart throbbed harder by just seeing her perfect face. God. I don’t know how I fall deeper than I expected to this woman. “What?” she asked, blushing. Maybe she’s being conscious about her look because for a minute, I stare at her like I’m some kind of a freak. “Nothing... You look... Nice.” From her elegant braided hair, down to her silver and shiny shoes. Everything about her is perfect. Her light make up brought out her almond shaped dark eyes. Her blush on was just enough for me to see through her natural look. And the lipstick...

Faced with these terrible wrinkled faces due to the horrors of life, she had come to the conclusion that she had to deal with this on her own. She had carefully created a more attractive profile than that of her competitors. She had wanted to attract clicks on her profile by showing her hazel eyes, her mole on her right cheekbone, and her rebellious lock around which she circled her index finger. When it was time to offer her heart to the male market, she had experienced a series of inevitable doubts. Was it necessary to come up with a first name, a personality, shameful fantasies? Judith had looked at the screen for a long time, wondering about her own desires. One or more nights? What was

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

--- That’s the woman Aphrodite was—seductive and untouchable, fierce yet fragile. And I was obsessed with every part of her. With her body, her secrets, her soul. No matter what it took, I would claim her. Because Aphrodite wasn’t just a goddess of beauty. She was a goddess of fire. And I was ready to burn.

"Aphrodite is, at her core, the physical manifestation of a severed dick." The silence that falls over the elite classroom is so absolute, so profoundly horrified, that I can actually hear the hum of the air conditioning. I completely ignore their collective stroke and continue my scholarly analysis. "It's a classic family dispute. A god got mad, chopped off his dad's dick with a sickle, and chucked it into the ocean. The, uh, amputated parts frothed up in the seawater, and boom—the Goddess of Beauty washed ashore on a giant clam shell, looking flawless."

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

"You...will you wait for me?" He raised a brow. "You have something that belongs to me." He wanted to rephrase it so bad. Tell her that her, in entirety, body, soul, and matebonds, belonged to him. But he kept it to himself. In as much as she wanted him now, he knew better than to immediately indulge. He didn't want a fleeting attraction. He needed to slowly work on her, like a work of art, mould her to want only him, carve her so she could only accommodate him. It was the perfect thing to do. She was, according to the moon goddess, his own.

Alex surfaced from the water at Boulder Coast beach and walked back towards the shore, running both hands over her wet hair and then shook her arms to removed excess water on her skin. She saw Damon stood up from their spot and grabbed her towel. With her height and physical form, Alex is aware of people looking at her. With the sunset behind her, the image she projected to the onlookers are jaw dropping. During her younger years, several talent and modelling scouts had approached her, inviting her to audition but she paid no heed and declined them politely. But that didn’t stop them from trying to convinced her.