Aphrodite's Beauty Novels & Stories

the Accident that made everyone as if that it's better that happened They're hiding something from her, a secret that she doesn't know even the slightest clue out of it Alicia Jade Olivera, 28-year old bachelorette who practically own the biggest Cosmetic Company in the whole wide world Every make up artists use her products because it's much more better than the others And every Bloggers use her products even if they promote other Cosmetic Products She's the most desired Lady in the whole Country of Australia- wait let's rephrase that, the whole Earth She looked at the mirror to see her perfect features, her perfect skin color and brown eyes that is paired with a small heart shape rosy lips

His wife was just so beautiful. He had been away for two days and wasn’t supposed to arrive that night but he missed her so he came early. He wanted it to be a surprise but waking up his pregnant wife was something he couldn’t do so he went for a swim. She was Aphrodite; the goddess of love, his wife and lover. Neal’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, her breasts full and pert against the sheer material of her nightgown, her stomach showing that round belly, the proof of their love on display, hips curving, and a shadowed triangle visible between her thighs.

"I didn't expect you to turn out to be the rebellious one." "How long will you take to complete the decorations?" "What?" She looked at me startled. "How long will you take to complete the decorations?" I repeated. Her laughter had the power to make mortals and immortals her slave. With her head thrown back, the long slender column of her neck exposed and her long blonde curls sliding over her shoulders with a sensual caress; she lived up to her give name. Poison Aphrodite. Her laughter irritated me further. But I said nothing; simply waited for her tricks to be over and done with.

She looked suddenly like all of the other women she'd seen in the halls. It had never, until that moment, occurred to Calliope that one could 'perform' beauty. She'd just assumed it was innate. She considered for a moment her own sister Xanthippe and wondered how the thought had never occurred to her before. After all, she was, in truth no more beautiful than Demetra had ever been...and yet she was considered at large to be the greatest beauty of them all. Indeed this woman had become no more beautiful, and had changed nothing but her posture and the expression on her face...and yet she seemed an utterly different person.

At that time, she stood up towards Aurora, leaving with Anúchis, god of beauty. We went together to one of the party sofas and sat side by side. I touch my blond hair and look at the boy god of beauty, the beautiful man she has never seen in front of her. - Could you tell me something, Amphitrite? – He questioned her. - What? – He wanted to know. - Is your mouth only for talking or for kissing? – Your new god, he questioned, smugly. - Thinking about it that way, if you weren't so presumptuous, I would even let you know. – Then, she crossed her arms, at this point, he opens his beautiful smile even wider.

V A L E N T I N A Once upon a time, there was a queen that was loved by all. She was known for her beauty and kindness. She was as mighty as a knight and as brave as a lion. They say her beauty was so bright that whoever saw her became blind. True to her name, Aphrodite; the most beautiful Greek goddess, she was indeed a sight to behold. Women were jealous of her and men lusted after her. Even though she had it all, she was not arrogant.

If given some thought, Fiona was always dressed in simple clothes that still looked elegant on her. When Justin's dad finally introduced her to him, he could see how perfect she looked. He noticed that she had put on minimal makeup, showing her natural features. It is really rare for a girl to use less makeup. Whenever she laughs, her eyes twinkle brightly. For unknown reasons, it makes his heart beat faster. She had the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Reminiscing about that day still brings a smile to Justin's face.

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

There was only one thing he wished to convey at the moment. Clara, you are a living Aphrodite. Raphael was not really into mythological stories, but he had seen pictures of The birth of Venus and how Aphrodite were usually depicted in the common media, Clara's features did resemble her, pale skin, light honey golden hair and a striking beauty. 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.

Or as usual, might she say? His light brown hair wasn't tied to the back like it was yesterday. Instead, it tumbled down his shoulder in curly waves and covered part of his face. It made him look young and beautiful. Like Adonis. Heyli smiled at the memory of her mother reading the story of Greek and Roman gods to her. Adonis had caught her attention the most. He was the mortal that Aphrodite had fallen in love with and in her mind, she had tried imagining how he really looked like. Harrison was a typical example of what he should look like.