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Arion sighed, then sat up and grabbed a blanket that was always on the side of the sofa to cover Emily's body. "Yon? What's going on? Did she trap you? Did she threaten you?" Emily demanded impatiently. She felt guilty for having thought badly of her boyfriend all this time. "Darling..." Arion calmed Emily by cupping her face. "Sorry..." Arion smiled faintly, then took a deep breath before starting his story, "Do you remember the twins' birthday?" Emily nodded, waiting for Arion to continue his explanation. "Actually, that night I was given a moderate dose of an aphrodisiac by Tasha."

White, pink, and red flowers spanned the area and a bright light shone from a big globe that sat at a corner. "Where have you been Cupid?" She demanded. "I have been up and down, here and there. Shooting forth my arrows of love. Pairing people and creating families, as you have instructed," he shrugged. Aphrodite took another glass ball from a basket beside her and flung it against the pillar. It broke to pieces. "Why are you so angry my goddess?" He asked as he eyed the broken glass. "It was supposed to be two. Those mulled-headed, thick-skinned, and extremely clueless werewolves," she mumbled annoyed.

___ **Back to reality** The fading echoes of Draven and Lysandra's forbidden love story hung heavy in the air, their whispers weaving through the rustling leaves and painting the sunset sky with hues of bittersweet yearning. Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence.

"Hello I am Cupid the god of Love, and I am here to help you find your special person, thank you for agreeing to my assistance" She stood there with a wide eyed, opened mouthed stare. He chuckled at her and continued "There are some rules to our agreement. You can not tell anyone that I am helping you. If you do, all the blessings of love will be stripped from your soul forever. You can not tell anyone about me and my powers, if you do, the blessing of love will be stripped from your soul forever. Last but not least, you can not refuse my assistance from this point forwards. The hands of fate will not be allowed to change once I have set them on a course."

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

“No, I've not read about it. I know the name Aphrodite, but I'm not quite familiar with her story. Can you tell me more about her?" “With pleasure…" he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "The painting shows her with her attendants, the Erotes, who were winged beings associated with love and desire. The lyre she's holding represents her connection to music and poetry." I was listening with rapt attention.

Daylen smiled, “Your sister. Aphrodite.” “Dad, let me handle this.” She said. “Alpheus, your blood bond was impure. You cannot force someone else to love you.” “I don’t want love!” Alpheus burst out. “Clearly.” Aphrodite rolled her eyes. “Artemis doesn’t have to fulfil her promise to you. When Daylen and Artemis cemented their love with a promise and innocent blood it shattered all other promises. Their love is theirs to keep.” Alpheus stepped back flabbergasted.

And this, by herself. After having counted her collection of love story failures in the middle of the night, she toyed with the desire to find herself a new flame. Sitting behind her screen, she had innocently typed Lovez-vous, a dating site where women held power. Looking for an ally, Judith had browsed the profiles of all these women in search of one who does not exist. She had found the names of So-Lonely and Sad-Heart. Faced with these terrible wrinkled faces due to the horrors of life, she had come to the conclusion that she had to deal with this on her own.

“Alright, so who is the god of love? That’s who I want to thank for Katie and Kara coming into my life, and I guess your Moon Goddess lady, too.” “Let me think. It’s been a couple of years since I studied Greek history.” Zara taps her finger on her lip, trying to recall the information. “Eros. Romans call him Cupid.” “Shut up, Zara.” Jasper says in a flat tone. His face darkens as he turns his attention fully to her. Zara sits up taller at his rare change in mood. “Jas, what the fuck?” I growl at him.

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.