Aphrodite's Beauty Novels & Stories

Again, Athena guided his hand as he reduce off Medusa’s head with his sword. Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty and according to Hesiod’s THEOGONY, she was born from the foam in the waters of Paphos, on the island of Cyprus. As with so many Greek deities, there are many stories about the origins of the gods. Many gods believed that her splendor used to be such that their competition over her would spark a hostilities of the gods. Because of this, Zeus married Aphrodite to HEPHAESTUS – he wasn’t viewed as a risk because of his ugliness and deformity.

Her innocent gaze really weakened me. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ [Greek History Goddess Aphrodite] For fans of mythology, especially Greek mythology, of course you know the name of the Goddess Aphrodite who is the Goddess of Beauty, Love, Desire, Marriage, and Family. Aphrodite representations are usually found in statues and statues of various shapes and sizes. She is known as a goddess who has extraordinary charm. Some people say that the Goddess Aphrodite has a similar charm to Marilyn Monroe. But the Goddess Aphrodite is a version of the mythology.

It only took a while after Stylani had returned the gown to her closet and tightened the robe around her body before she heard the voice, "Sending your little friend away so that I shall not see her? I think that is very cruel, princess." Stylani breathed in, begging herself to be calm as she turned and met the woman sitting on her bed and touching the flowers. "She is not my friend." Aphrodite turned to look at her, her blue eyes twinkling like the sky, "The way your mortal heart races begs to tell me otherwise." Aphrodite, as the goddess of beauty, was definitely stunning to behold. With her near always wet look and porcelain skin, a curvaceous body that Stylani had once tried to have and

Left behind just a shawl from the loom of Athena- her wedding gift, she let Hades's eyes feasted on her whole virgin form. Her charming, ambrosia-like complexion intimated even the earlier Aphrodite when that goddess was still a blooming maiden. The gracious flush of her skin and those nimble limbs stirred a coursing fire in Hades's veins. Her stare darkened further. With such an unblemished beauty by appearing naked except for a thin silken garment veiling her entrancing lower parts, Hades secretly wished a gust of wind would have blown that garment aside so that it would reveal her virgin bloom; but she was also glad that she was the only one, who would wantonly breathe directly upon it, c

It's unfair. "Rurac" I heard a sweet beautiful voice call out to me in a sweet melody. It was my Alyssa. I slowly opened up my eyes to find that I was now In a volcano-like cave with no lava and standing before me was Alyssa. She stood ever so beautiful with an ethereal glow that made her look like a true Goddess. If Athena was the Greek Goddess of wisdom then my Alyssa was most definitely the Greek Goddess of Beauty. Aphrodite. My Aphrodite. She looked even more beautiful now, her hair luxurious and beautifully cascaded down on her elbow as it was completely loosened. There were a few clips on it that enhanced her beauty, her green eyes laced with concern and worry but it still held mine in

THIRD PERSON'S POV Oh, she was beautiful, a Greek goddess, Aphrodite. Yes Aphrodite. He really wasn’t sure how he had managed to push her away all those weeks. Now that he had seen her beauty, her tenderness, her response to attention and appreciation, he wasn’t determined to let her go. How could he when he had gotten a glimpse of what it would be like to be with her to have her as his mate? And now, standing there in his t-shirt, he realized just how proud he was to be called her mate.

I growl while my arm hurts like hell. I go numb in my arm where the bullet hit, and the heat of the blood flows on my skin like warm and thick metallic oil. "Aphrodite," she snorts as I watch her eyes grow wide and buggy like a madwoman on drugs. "Why would your parents name you after a goddess? I find that very funny because you are not much of a beauty. I mean, look at you. You are all mar with scars. You are not just ugly but pitiful. Oh, don't worry, you won't suffer long looking like a scarecrow."

I imagined Zoey's face and voice as I cleaned myself in the bathroom. As if she was like the Narcissus goddess who made anyone who saw her become falling in love. Beautiful face, sweet voice, body curves, soft-spoken, and graceful every swing of her waist. Still the same Goddess Narcissus - because of her beauty charm - she was chased by many gods who were crazy about her, even Zeus. Moreover, the gods were fighting each other over her. So that they made their heaven fall apart.

She then continues by saying, “ since I am your father James’s mother and also happened to be the werewolf goddess, your father was a part werewolf and part demigod.” Saying this she stops suddenly and shots a glare, which was more like a death stare at two people who were also in the same room, they came forward, “ Hello Stella, I am Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and this is son Eros, the love god” she said pointing towards the male who was with her. I was a bit confused thinking about what does the goddess of beauty and the god of love have to do with me or my family. She said, “ it was her fault that I didn’t have the chance to be raised by my biological mother and that I had to live t

“It should not be opening this early.” “What happens when it opens?” the woman demanded. No one answered immediately. That was enough to make panic spread through the clearing. “Kade,” Lena whispered again. I reached her finally. The moment I touched her, pain detonated through both of us. I nearly collapsed beside her as visions exploded behind my eyes. A silver city stretching endlessly beneath black skies. Machines towering higher than mountains. A younger Lena—Amara—standing before thousands of kneeling figures dressed exactly like the Wardens.