Aphrodite's Beauty Novels & Stories

I gently removed my hand from him, wishing I could do that right away. Seeing the sadness on my face, Ares started to cheer me up. "My name, given to me by my father, was the name of a god of war," he told me. I raised my head and stared at his handsome face. "I was thinking about a name that would suit you well and the name Aphrodite is the right name," he said. "Aphrodite," I repeated. "A goddess of beauty and love," Ares told me. "She had red hair just like you."

The Vivian that entered the room to change was not the same Vivian that left the room. No, there was a huge difference. The Vivian that entered the room could be likened to a Disney princess but the Vivian that came from the room was akin to a goddess and not just any type of goddess. She was the personification of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. The red gown hugged her body showing off all her curves, her slender legs gave the heels it’s own shine, the stones on the dress glowed in different colours, her make-up was top class, and she wore red and black star earrings that glimmered. She was more than beautiful, and it was enough to make the jaws of any common man fall off it hinges.

the queen asked curiously. "No mom, she just smiled at me and then she disappeared," the princess answered. "Maybe she's one of the Goddesses. And you said you saw her under a myrtle tree ,then she might be Aphrodite," the king stated. "Aphrodite? The Goddess of love and beauty?" the princess asked with excitement. She have heard a lot about Gods and Goddesses when she was still young and for her Aphrodite is the most special. She don't know why, but everytime she hears that name her heart felt pain and longing.

I ask and then almost putting an end to my days with fright she jumps clapping her hands while squealing. "I was waiting for you to figure it out on your own." Her voice was the softest of velvet and mischief built her grins. Simply staring for a while I decide to make my grand escape but Mother Dearest extends her hand for me to shake. "I am Aphrodite." Unintentionally my grip tightens "You...are the goddess of love." She seems delighted by my insight and quickly adds on. "The goddess of beauty too." Seeing her face lighten up in a jolly mood and still jumping around in my mother's work clothes got me close to feeling nauseous.

The name Aphrodite is being mentioned. I've never really met her before, she's the goddess of lust and beauty. The moon didn't exactly have much to do with it. Except once. Moon had heard the yearnings of a mortal. How they didn't feel beautiful enough for their partner. He had felt so bad for the mortal and went to talk to Aphrodite.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

They're dangerous. "She's very pretty but her bosom is far from impressive. She's skinny, too tall and she's the type that easily falls in love. Definitely not my style," I replied and he rolled his eyes. "What's so wrong with the last part? Don't you want a woman who loves you?" he asked and I took time to think of a perfect response to his question.

Everyone was clearly pissed at me since nobody checked up on me. I heard the door click and a heavy foot step in. I knew it was him without turning back. His familiar scent filled the room and I sighed in content. "Now, shall we?" ~~~~~~~~ Heyyoo Vote Comment Stay safe!! GODDESS AWAKENING: when the powers have come to a full maturity, the goddess experiences something called awakening. It may come at any time and because of the need to showcase itself, it uses the emotion present at that particular time and increases it tenfold. The emotion then surpasses all morals and thoughts of the goddess.

Even dead ashamed, with his honour scratched, I could see the subtle shadow of a smile on Jafar's face. Killing my friend will not solve my problem, apparently, death is something that will not be part of the menu for the next few days. I go to my prisoner's room, or involuntary guest, and she's asleep. The curvy, soft body in the pale light of the lamp. I notice she found the nightgown that I bought and looking at it now, I do not know if I have ever seen anything more beautiful in my life. Her pale skin contrasted with the dark blue satin, the delicate lace failing to cover her breasts, a soft piece of meat on display, which incites me to salivate even more.

Then a thought crossed her mind and, afraid of knowing the answer, she still asked. —Is it because of my appearance? My physique? My body? Gabriel looked at her and, after a while, answered. — Yes. He looked down. Indeed, Alicia was no longer the same as he had known in high school; the one from back then was thin, she had a body that many desired, although she did not realize it. Her hair was short and light brown, her eyes brown; she did not wear makeup, since she did not need it. She had thick flesh-colored lips that matched her white complexion. She was short, barely 1.55, and now she was a little chubby after having her daughter. She was left with small stretch marks on her abdomen. Her