Aphrodite Weakness Novels & Stories

Vinson is trying to get her husband to come in for his nap, but he doesn't want to be seen walking with a limp? "You think the stroke affected his gait?" Aphrodite asked. Pulling her into an embrace, Devon stifled his laugh and said, "Stroking would probably help his limp, but it has nothing to do with his stroke." Setting her cell phone on the table beside her, Aphrodite gazed out at the dark and tranquil Atlantic Ocean as she recalled her early studies of mythology. The Gods believed that when a man truly loved a woman, she becomes his weakness. When a woman truly loved a man, he becomes her strength. Athena had certainly become Devon's weakness. After their discussion with Dr. Vinson, it

"There are implications, consequences. If my enemies knew I had a weakness here—" "A weakness?" The word hit me like a slap. "Is that what I am to you?" His expression softened slightly, as if he realized how his words sounded. "Venus, that's not what I meant. But surely you can see how this complicates things. I need time to think, to plan how to handle this properly." "We are not something to be handled," Aphrodite snarled. "We are his mate, his equal, his gift from the Moon Goddess."

Lip wobbling and stepping away, Luci pushed Ares back. “Back off,” he snapped at his uncle. Ares chuckled, walking away. “I’m trying to put it into perspective here. Hera hasn’t even visited you in dreams now, has she?” I shook my head, pulling at my dress. “My father came to me in a dream. Why couldn’t Hera visit Uriel? What is the difference?” Luci replied. Ares kissed Mariah’s lips, holding her close. “Because her power is weakening,” Poseidon whispered, still looking out the window. “The longer you are bound by a god’s power that’s gone sour, the harder it is for you to fight it.” Ares grunted.

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. Then, if one thought of it, the two couple really did resemble Aphrodite and Ares. Clara, a beautiful, goddess like woman, attractive, gentle, and motherly like, and she did have a decently high sexual appeal, but not overwhelmingly so. Raphael on the other hand was slightly hot tempered and possessive, just like Ares, he was not the most agreeable person on his position, although he did attract quite the number of women, yet he was deeply in love with Clara, and he had the yearning to fully have her for his own. What would that make Core

“What has happened to him?” The Goddess Aphrodite cried. Her voice was weighed down by the heavy emotions that were brought on by the sight of Thomas. “Oh, give me a break!” Selene huffed out. “He’s obviously over exaggerating his condition, as he always does when he wants attention.” Thomas glared at Selene, but quickly looked away as she stared directly at him when she spoke. “Selene, look at him! He has no spark of power or magic left in his body. I’m surprised he isn’t dead!” Poseidon exclaimed.

Yet Ambrogio did not cower up and went on to make a deal with Hades and mess with the underworld. In exchange for the protection of him and his lover, he shall bring the silver bow of Artemis, which caused him to be cursed again by another goddess. This time he becomes vulnerable against silver, and since he failed to complete his deal with Hades, he got his soul locked in the underground. This caused Artemis to pity this poor lover and gifted him for the first time after all the curses he received with many gifts. First: The bite - Ambrogio was able to transfer his abilities through his saliva by biting the person he wanted to change.

to threaten the status of the gods, which is shameful. “Take away their love, I feel that love in this world is a very troublesome and troublesome thing. They cause so many disasters in this world, humans use love for evil purposes and that's why we should take them away." The god Ares had just finished speaking when he was met with a cold glare from Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. Ares lowered his head without daring to look up.

In the space of a heartbeat, I melted against him and closed my eyes, and wrapped my arms around him. “It's going to be okay,” he said calmly and I nodded. I had to believe him because if I didn't then I would completely crumble inside and become a shadow of myself and I didn't want to do that. I needed to be strong, I needed to get it together, and even If I was entangled in this big mess. I was still Luna. I still needed to show a sense of self control, a sense of strength and it wouldn't do any good for my reputation if I portrayed myself to be weak.

she felt like going mad out of frustration. Bella quickly snapped out of her thoughts and ran out of the office, immediately she was inside her office, she knelt in front of her glass desk and let the tears rush down her eyes. She felt broken, her only source of happiness, her only reason to live and strive hard was not with her but with a heartless man that might kill him in a second. For fk sake, Damien was 9!!! He wasn’t strong enough, he always have an asthma attack 4× per day.

He slowly tried to get outta bed but failed. He wondered what was applied to his wounds to make him feel this amount of pain.. "You should rest.." it was obvious she was still mad, he could only watch her walk outta the room without sparing him a glance... He laid back and closed his eyes because he still felt weak... His wife was still angry at him and he needed all the strength he could get to pacify her... He glanced at the bedside drawer and saw his cellphone.. He picked it up and dialed a number..