Athena's Beauty Novels & Stories

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

Suddenly jealousy slapped me hard, what a lucky bastard. "How many exes do you have?" I asked curiously. "None." "None? You've got to be kidding me? You're lying." I said completely not believing her statement. Athena is beautiful. She might not be as beautiful as some of the models that I've been with but she can make people comfortable around her. Athena has a chocolate brown hair with brown eyes. She loves wearing clothes that are comfortable for her instead of being fashionable. She cares for people around her and she's selfless. She would prioritize other people's happiness before hers.

She asked slowly, not trying to upset her. "I don't need my mate to escape this, Suzy. If I want to leave, I can do it myself." Athena said in a blank tone, completely dismissing the thought of a mate. "You are so strong, Athy. I admire you so much for that. I don't understand why you don't want to run away from here!" Suzanne exclaimed in frustration at the weird stubbornness of her best friend which angers her so much sometimes. Athena, her best friend. Athy is the nickname she had given her. Athena is a very beautiful woman with golden blonde hair. She has the most beautiful deep sea blue eyes. But what's more beautiful in her is her strong personality. Suzanne looks up at her a lot.

Thou it was more beautiful in the full moon night during the daytime the blue lagoon sparkled like a diamond when the sun’s rays fell on the water looked so inviting. Then eyes moved a little towards the cave and she saw Athena standing there and smiling at her with warmth in her eyes. There was a different kind of radiance in her face and Ariana had to admire her as she was really beautiful, and she knew now why her husband was drawn towards her. As she walked towards her slowly she felt like something was drawing her towards Athena and couldn't help but approach her eagerly.

She was beautiful. She had the same dark hair as Lysander, the same gray eyes, the same strong jaw and high cheekbones. But where Lysander's intensity was controlled, Athena's was loud and aggressive, a weapon she wielded like a sword. She was wearing a black pantsuit and heels that added at least three inches to her height, and her makeup was flawless, and her hair was pulled back in a severe bun that made her look like she was about to fire someone.

Heavy-hearted, Athena dressed for the banquet the next day. Celebration was the last thing on her mind. At the moment, Richard and his antics seemed so unimportant compared to the turmoil in her heart. It should have worked. Athena couldn't believe it had not worked. “Goddess, why?” She thought in anguish as she put the final touches on her makeup. Smoky lids emphasised her expressive eyes more. Lashes expertly curled. Light blush on her high cheekbones. Rosy lips more dazzling with nude lipstick.

Whispering sweetly, I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze until a velvety, melodious resonance came from behind. “Really? Am I?” "Yeah, you're so desirably delicate like a glass- wait-" I was about to speak casually but stopped after recognizing this sound. "Athena?" We both got up immediately when the familiar tone came, turning to Athena who came back after enhancing her beauty in three years. Features exactly like her twin sister Janine but those long chestnut hairs below her back flowing along the air and a kind aura. An inexplicable beauty was before, graceful like always.