Aphrodite Stories Novels & Stories

Some that I've heard is why two hot twins are sitting with someone who can curse them for the rest of the school year. That didn't bother me at all because I am a curse, and my name doesn't fit me at all. My mother had named us after her favorite Greek mythology gods, Athena and Ares are a perfect match, but Aphrodite; the Goddess of love and beauty. Just having a name like that, I felt like a laughing stock.

Hihi. "Well, Aphrodite's a jealous bitch and she doesn't want to be outweighed, especially if it's just a mere human. Of course, it will be an insult to her since she's a goddess. The goddess sent Eros to the young woman's bedchamber with a potion that would make all men avoid marrying her. As he enchanted Psyche with this potion, Eros accidentally poked her with one of his arrows, causing her to stir. He grew flustered, and accidentally poked himself as well, before sprinkling her with a potion to cause lifelong happiness." Waaaah, I can't contain my feels!

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.

he said before Anika turned to see that Damien was staring at her. “No, I don’t. Care to tell me about it?” she said as she was smiling at him. Damien smirked before he pulled her closer to his hard body. “It was believed that Aphrodite landed on this island and blessed Paphos as one of the hot spots for love to blossom,” he said before he smirked. “And I think it is true. The legend has proven to be true after all,” Damien said before he tucked her hair behind her ear. Anika smiled as she leaned into his touch and inhaled his masculine scent.

Stepping into the virgin room the door had again opened by themselves for her. Persephone, wife of Hades, was the first Aphrodite's gaze landed on when the doors opened. She had a glass of ambrosia in one hand as she sat laughing at what Venus had said minutes before; one of the virgins braided her long black hair. The auburn reddish colour of Venus's hair was similar to that of Aphrodite. Though Aphrodite and Venus's porcelain skin added to their resemblance, from their rosy lips and cheeks to their height, the goddesses, though similar in appearance, were very different in nature and hardly got along. But it had been a decade and Aphrodite had missed her sister dearly.

Could Aphrodite accept that possibility as the basis for a new hypothesis? No matter how much Devon Justice was denying it now, Aphrodite knew her sister, and thus knew that she would not have kept coming back to Myrtle Beach over the summers unless she had loved the boy that was waiting for her here. And, Aphrodite thought, just like herself, Athena would have never shared her most precious and intimate possession, her virtue, with someone that she didn't love.

First through Aurora, his unexpected peace, and now here, in the way Gianna’s laugh makes Romero’s lips twitch toward what it dangerously close to a smile. Aurora drifts to Dominic’s side as Romero approaches Gianna. She follows his gaze and grins knowingly. “Aren’t they cute?” “I suppose,” he murmurs. Her grin deepens. Aurora loves love. She sees it the way most people see sunrises, like it’s something natural, something inevitable. “Remember what I told you?” she asks, nudging him lightly. “About Aphrodite and Ares?” He does. She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tan

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.

As Sophia stood before the captivating painting of Apollo and Daphne, the gallery attendant began to unravel the tale depicted within the artwork. "Well, you see, this painting depicts the mythological story of Apollo and Daphne," the attendant began, her voice soft and melodic. "According to Greek mythology, Apollo, the god of music, poetry, and prophecy, became infatuated with the beautiful nymph Daphne. However, Daphne, fearing Apollo's advances, prayed to the river god Peneus for help. In response to her prayers, Peneus transformed Daphne into a laurel tree to save her from Apollo's pursuit." As the attendant spoke, Sophia found herself drawn deeper into the story, her imagination weavin

Artemis explained, but Aphrodite wasn't ready to have any of it. “Just watch and see whether I'm lying or not. The problem I have with you gods is that you people never believe me.” Aphrodite complained. “Because you say things that have no meaning.” Artemis replied. “Hasn't he kissed her before? How many times did he kiss you?” She asked, directing the question at Selene. “We've kissed three times.” She answered, and Aphrodite exclaimed. “You see? They're fated.” She said, “Selene, I'll come back without this witch here, and we can have a proper talk, okay? For now, I need to take her back to the realm before she goes out of control.” Artemis held Aphrodite.