Aphrodite's Beauty Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty。” Aphrodite went into the bedroom. She bowed gracefully to me. Her breasts were still full and her waist was still slim. But she was much healthier than she had been on that rainy day. She has no make-up on. Her hair is simply tied up without any unnecessary decorations, and even her clothes are quite simple.

Heather then did a little dance as she twirled, holding her hands out like a prima donna, and stopped abruptly, eyeing her captive with maniacal pleasure. "You seem so special, so loved because you're named after the Goddess of love and beauty. Everybody will love you," She choked out a snort. "That is fucking bullshit!" "You aren't beautiful or lovely. You are a fucking curse, Aphrodite! No one wants you," she laughed menacingly. "When Logan kissed me, he didn't pull back because I look so much like Niana. I know he would want to fuck me. He wanted me, not you." Another laugh erupted from her mouth, more sinister.

She picked it up to look at it, and saw that it was a netty lingerie that was as good as no clothing. "You're wearing that to meet the boss later today" Sophia spoke from behind. Amaya felt her insides turn and she had the urge to throw up. Imagining the Don touching her again made her want to spit. How much he disgusts her. "He's damn handsome too and you can't deny that fact" her subconsciousness taunted. "Stupid mind" Amaya groaned, holding her head. Sophia laughed when she saw Amaya groan, and said casually, "come on, you should eat something".

so that she would be able to handle it and won't go into shock. Any kind of shock can be fatal for her at this stage. Mrs. Wade agreed with him and went home after it. As, one more week went by, the speed of Natalie's recovery increased...the dark circles under her eyes were no more visible now...and the corpse looking girl now looked like a fragile angel ...a Beauty for which any king could leave his kingdom just by looking at her once. Although, she was still pale and not recovered fully but that didn't let her beauty be hidden anymore.

Epilogue He had just walked into the large bright palace when a glass ball was sent flying into the air. He ducked in time and it crashed into the pillar next to him. Side-stepped around the shattered glass and drew close to the eight-foot-tall goddess seated upon her throne. "What provokes you, Aphrodite?" Cupid asked as he went over and took a seat beneath her throne. He unsaddled himself of his golden arrow and wooden bowl and kept it on a stool beside him. The immortal palace of Aphrodite, the goddess of love was a beautiful place. The walls were made of pink granite and shimmered with glitter. White, pink, and red flowers spanned the area and a bright light shone from a big globe that s

I swear her aura went ice cold. "Myself, Brigit, Hathor, Dana, Freya, Oshun, and Kokopelli all have issues with Aphrodite's careless nature. I believe we can make sure she has many years of varying degrees of infertility." Her eyes seemed to be on fire. "And this one?" She pointed at me. "I don't need him punished in that fashion. Being her jailer and dealing with her advances would be enough for him. Aphrodite had already blessed him with fertile sperm. I had her do that so she would think her punishment would be to bear children for him."

Rage and envy. Especially when she was a stunner. A she-wolf to be proud of. Like a fucking beauty queen. Curves in all the right places. A seriously amazing personality too. How is it that Jordan has fate bless him like that, yet I get lumbered with his fucking sister? Something seemed to be wrong somewhere, it truly did.

When Clarissa entered the beauty salon, it was not surprising that everybody turned their heads to see who came in. Everybody was in awe. It was as if a celebrity visited the salon. No. More than a celebrity but a goddess who went down from heaven to make them realize that “humans were not created equal.” That Clarissa was a special being created to make other individuals fall into despair, as she was almost perfect in every aspect. Everyone was like saying “Who is this beautiful woman?” Even the clients of that salon that time never missed making a second look just to gaze at the beauty who just arrived.

She watched as he stood to his full height. Peering right back at her so intently. It made her blush a little, her gaze inadvertently trailing over the length of him. His tall and lean body. Those contoured muscles on his chest. His broad shoulders. His defined abs. That v-live going straight into his pants. He was so beautiful. So perfectly carved, like one of those statues made by the most illustrious sculptors of ancient Greece. He was right. There was a grain of truth in those tales. Gods were actually beautiful. And she still couldn't believe that she was standing in the presence of one.

I asked doubtfully. "You're quite beautiful; I'm sure that's a possibility," Jaden said without hesitation. So ... I have to be the seductive woman who has to ensnare the Italian mafia boss?