Athena's Beauty Novels & Stories

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

Ryan lit his cigarette and took a deep drag, gazing into the distance at the ceiling of his 3x4-meter office, filled with case files on crimes in the city of Chicago. "To be honest, you've misnamed her. Themis is the goddess of justice, whose statue is displayed in the courthouse. Athena is the goddess of wisdom and the protector of heroes," Emily corrected with a light laugh. She continued her jest, "I'll protect Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt like Athena does for him if he's willing to cooperate with me on the case involving Senator Crawford's son!" Emily's words made the captain groan and furrow his brow. "You still don't get it, Em! Alright, what case are you so eager to imprison the sena

Darius asked looking at the portrait where his friend Eugene is standing still looking for information. Odhan looked at where King Darius is pointing and saw that it's a portrait of a woman his father loved so much before he married his mother. "That is Theodora. She was said to be the most beautiful woman in the dark world. My father loved her so much and even planned to marry her. But something went wrong and she died. But my father never forgot about her and never loved my mother. He never treated my mother well. He always used to abuse her physically and mentally. My mother died when he hit her a little too hard" Odhan explained.

I asked, intrigued. Closing her book, Allorah moves closer to the table. “How do I explain? You see, we beings had a body, but one that was given to us by the goddess. This is a copy of that body. And what I mean by aura is that we had this aura that glow like a hue around us, one that showed our powers,” Allorah said thinking, “The goddess explained once that this was what identified us. It would tell what role we partake on the realm.”

Zeus. God! Athena is unbelievably beautiful. Burnished skin, as though she had been kissed by a sun deity. Her arms glow like polished gold. Her legs, bare and beautiful. When I reach her, I stare. I want to say more than I just did. Than what I just blurted out. 'You're trembling, Athena.' But I don't. My throat dries instead. Thirsty. Parched. Craving something only she seems capable of giving me.

"I’m hungry." "Let’s wait a little, okay? My penthouse is just nearby, and Mom has already prepared the ingredients. She’ll cook your food in no time." He pulled out his phone and took the first photo of their angel. "What’s her name?" "Athena. Goddess of wisdom, beauty, and war," she said. "I want her to be wise and calculative so no one can bully her." "Okay, my love."

I thought I was about to be found out. “But Athena, I noticed something…” she said, clearly thinking. “Aaron kinda looks like Sir Zach. Like a carbon copy,” she added, shocking me. Good thing I had already swallowed the water I was drinking, or I might’ve choked. Dear God, I thought no one would notice, but someone did. Why doesn’t my child look like me? Why does he have to look just like his father? “Y-You’re just seeing things, you’re crazy,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

However, he has face timed every night to see and I quote ‘his girls’. A squeal brings me out of my thoughts as I look over my laptop to see what Athena is doing. She is in her bouncy chair, kicking her little legs at the toys that dangle in front of her. Her beautiful blue eyes look at me. Those eyes feel like they are staring into my very soul. Athena really suits her name sake. The Goddess of wisdom and warfare. She has been here before in another life. Her eyes hold so much wisdom and I know she will make an amazing and just Luna when she is older.

Athena was already there. Her form shimmered, tall and sculpted with impossible grace. Hair cascading in threads of pale dark ash brown gold. Sharp dark grey eyes like a war drum slowed to a heartbeat. Armor kissed her skin like a second soul, but it was her mouth — firm, slightly parted — that held Aria's attention. She was powerful, and it clung to her like perfume. Every step she took sent little shivers down Aria's spine, like a distant memory crawling forward. "You came again," Aria murmured, voice airy with awe.

He would beat her up every day and make her cry so that he could string the pearls into necklaces and give them to Jing Hong and Hua Qingwu. "You're not Hadith," Athena said slowly. His words made Chu Xun narrow his eyes slightly. "You're not Hadith," Athena spoke again. Chu Xun was silent. Athena was called the Wisdom Goddess. Of course, she was not brainless. She must be extremely smart. But the smarter and more beautiful a woman was, the more likely she was to lie. Chu Xun wondered if the woman was lying to him. "You're not Hadith," Athena said.