Aphrodite's Beauty Novels & Stories

"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.

“Don’t worry. The orcs would only go for good looking women. Aside from Marian, you don’t even have to worry. Plus, you think badly, which is enough to drive even the lycans away.” “Ajax!” Marian heads over and punches his arm. Though it clearly, it not hurt, Ajax places a hand over the spot where Marian hit him. “You’re a man with eyes. You know as well as the rest of us that Belle is beautiful. I see you stare at her from time to time so don’t lie about it.” Ajax flinches like Marian hits him again. Then, his ears starts to burn red before fixing his glare at Marian. “I do not!” He denies, his face getting redder. “I was just observing her fighting stances since they are all wrong!”

There he gently let go of his wife and laid her down while he was on top of her and carefully observed her husband's beautiful face even though she had just taken a bath and had no make-up on her face. "Whether you cry, get angry or sad. You're still beautiful to look at. Whether you're in good shape or not, you're still beautiful. Whether you have make-up on or not, your appearance doesn't change because you're still beautiful. No Turns out I made a mistake in choosing to marry because I married more than one goddess," Adante said softly in his own mouth with a romantic tone in his voice. Hera seemed to feel a tickle in her heart, when she heard what her husband said about her natural beaut

She had a tall and chiseled figure, and her cloud-like golden hair floated gently in the wind. Her skin was like snow, her body graceful, and her two long, straight jade legs were incomparably attractive under the thin shroud. The blue tulle skirt split a long slit with the pace of her walking. Her long glistening white legs were perfectly exposed from the toes to the thighs. The image was so beautiful it caused palpitations in the heart. Presently, Athena was considered the most beautiful of her generation. But compared with this one who came in, one would feel she was a bit less attractive…

She was both elated and embarrassed when realizing the effect that she had on this man. Devon wasn't surprised by Aphrodite's beauty or grace. He had been witnessing those since they had met, and he had been able to adapt to her attractiveness as he once had with her sister. However, he was gobsmacked by the sight of her in the hot pink bikini. Though conservative in comparison to a lot of those that they would likely encounter on the beach, it encased the most intimate parts of a body that would put all other females to shame. In this bikini, Aphrodite epitomized her namesake. She truly was a goddess.

"Yeah, what was that for?!" Echoed the beauty by his left side, with a cute pout. She had honey colored hair that extended till her buttocks, and gentle almond eyes, that combined with her fair white skin and red lips, gave her the grounds to have a beauty that could be compared to the goddess of beauty herself. Her name, Calypso, a sea-nymph, daughter of the titan Atlas and the Oceanid Nymph Pleione, an immortal goddess. With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands.