Athena's Beauty Novels & Stories

At morning, I woke up early much to my routine time. I looked at Athena who was sleeping deeply. I tucked her long silky hair behind her ear which was covering her face. Her bottom lips were pouted slightly. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if she was dreaming about something. Her thick eyelash grazing her cheek. The way her pale skin glowing in the morning. She is undoubtedly beautiful. She doesn't knows it. "You know staring is rude!" I felt a sense of déjà vu washed over me again.

They were starting to get on my nerves and I didn’t want to kill the poor thing. I walked into the living room and found Athena asleep on the couch. There is a king-size bed in her room upstairs and she chooses to sleep on a couch. Sometimes I think she might be crazy, just like her stepfather. She just does crazy things out of the blue. Like when she went on hunger strike for three days so she could go shopping, for books, or last week, when she thought it would be nice to take a bath in the rain, the next day, she was down with flu. And don’t let me get started on the stupid tantrums she throws in the morning or the random screams. Trust me, the list goes on.

Luckily, there was some signal even in this remote place. “This is Athena, guys!” I glanced at Gineth and the phone she was holding. She was on a video call. Many girls and guys were crowded on the screen. I heard the person holding the phone complain because they were all trying to get a glimpse. “Wow! She's beautiful! Introduce us!”

“It seems news of the poisoning attempt has spread. The pack is demanding answers.” Athena's grip on the windowsill tightened. Travon's intervention had saved her, but it seemed Helga’s actions were only the beginning. --- The elders’ hushed discussion ceased as the door swung open, and Athena glided into the room, her presence commanding attention. Her beige gown hugged her curves, exuding a power aura and elegance and her poised strides and confident demeanor screamed royalty. Travon's eyes blazed with intensity, taking in every inch of Athena. His gaze lingered on every curve, as if branding her into his memory.

They always wanted something, and nothing was ever good enough for them. This made me think of Isabella. She was also like that before. I thought she had no desires other than being with me, but the debit alerts I kept getting after handing her my card told me otherwise. Then finally, my mind drifted over to Athena. She wasn’t greedy. She wasn’t selfish. She wasn’t self-serving. In fact, she was always looking for ways to please me, to make me like her more and more. She was the one always bending over backwards to see what would make me happy, to make me enjoy her presence.

"Well then... I might as well just take my clothes off. You've already seen everything anyway." Ray gestured politely for her to go ahead. "You're so bad!" Athena laughed, her whole body shaking with amusement. She wasn't wearing much to begin with, and the movement made her full, firm breasts bounce entrancingly. The sight was enough to make anyone's pulse quicken. Though her face was identical to Agatha's, her build was slightly different—her chest noticeably fuller, her hips a little narrower. She clearly knew her assets and wasn't afraid to flaunt them.

There was no turning back. With fierce eyes, she was gazing at the mirror. Still in disbelief, she touched her cheek, then she moved a finger to her chin, her eyebrows, her eyelids, and caressing her nose line. “Who would have thought that I will own this face?” she uttered these words while still stroking her facial contours. It was undeniable. She looked like a goddess. Her charm and appeal exuded divinity. Her face radiated the allure of a glamorous film star combined with the sophistication of a top fashion model.

"Ah, your memories. I'd forgotten. I'm Apollo." "Let's not crowd her all at once." Another voice interjects calmly, voice measured and smooth. "She's probably rather overwhelmed. I'm Athena." She's tall, with long legs and wavy blonde hair that reaches her waist. Her eyes are a stunning ocean blue, her skin a deep tan, and she offers me a small, miniscule smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Goddess of Wisdom." She adds after a moment, when my expression doesn't change.

"Where are we going?" Brody's smile was cruel. "The Alpha wants to see you." Athena's mind raced as she followed Brody through the corridors. What did the Alpha want with her? Athena's movements, though hesitant, held a quiet grace, a testament to her inner strength. Her voice, barely above a whisper, held a gentle melody, a soothing balm to those who hear it. Despite the hardships, Athena's beauty remained, a beacon of hope in a world that sought to extinguish her light. Her story, etched on her body and in her eyes, was one of resilience, a testament to the unbreakable human spirit.

She sat elegantly in white garments covered in furs and I saw the reason why my father had fallen in lust with her. Athena was beautiful, with snow white locks spilling down her back and her smooth skin shone like churned butter. Her dark eyes reminded me that she was still one of us but her ethereal beauty was not known among the land. She sat with her back to me, her hair braided around her head and a flower stuck at the side of her head. Smoke brewed from a broken pot beside her and the smell of incense inhabited the small space she called her abode. I searched for a place to sit but there was none in sight. “You will find nowhere to sit because you are not welcome here,” her voice resoun