Euphemia Potter Novels & Stories

The waiters also took care of me and gave me a glass of wine just to make me relax while waiting for my companion. After a minute of waiting, the entrance door opened then I saw a fine lady. She walked towards my direction gracefully. She had a sweet smile. She's tall, looks simple but yet elegant. She's indeed beautiful with her red dress which suits her porcelain skin. I was stunned! Yes, I admitted it. She looked like one of the Goddesses of Mount Olympus in Greek Mythology. She was more gorgeous than before but nah! I was still not interested. I already have the most precious gem of my life which is my angel. The one and only, Angela.

A fat, elderly woman I didn't recognise, the Wolf Doctor judging by the scent that smelled of medicine, was standing over me. "Annie, you are awake! You dare not sleep, dear. The second one is on the way!" my mother exclaimed, stroking my forehead. The second one. I groaned, the pain returning with a heart of revenge. I felt Nyx sighing heavily, saying nothing. One final, strong push, and finally, the pain receded, replaced by an overwhelming peace, strange in its way. The Wolf Doctor began rejoicing over me. "Two healthy boys, Mrs. Scarlett! A rare blessing, in particular, for a first time mother who has gone through such ordeal. They are both strong. Alpha blood runs through these pups, no

Even with complete awareness of what is currently going on her master's head, she did not hesitate to raise the question she believes won't let her sleep later on. "Euphemia. . " Luckily, the answer is what's bothering her the entire trip, and as she reminisce that one particular event from the past, she spoke, ". . one of the three witches who once brought this country to ruin. It's hers. We sealed her power after her defeat, declaring victory as ours thereafter. However, unbeknowst to everyone, she killed herself and used her soul to activate it. Shame we were unable to figure it out 'til the next two rulers died from unknown causes before reaching the age of 30." Following a deep sigh, sh

It is like her stomach is inside the pot so we can only see her head, shoulders and chest that are covered by a white cloth with a gold clip. “This is…” “Greetings to you who called me here, it is a pleasure to meet the chosen Grand Queen of Evetora. Tell me what you seek or what you desire to know? Know that I can only retort the future not the past.” The beautiful goddess in the pot said making me step towards her and look at her before taking a deep breath.

When they got in, she saw another set of guards, four of them, the one close to her by the door and the other ones across the room by the window, they were watching them both. "Sairham.." Doctor Hither called to her. "Doctor." She replied. Aurora wanted to see the face of the girl that Patricia had been talking about. The one who was pregnant and was infamous for being in the shortest coma ever known in the medical field, the one who Doctor Hither was compiling research on. She needed to see her face, how she looked like. So she walked further into the room. When she saw her, she gulped. God was unfair...he loved some people more than some. How could he create someone this gently beautiful,

Freya’s light blonde hair shimmered under the sun’s rays, framing her beautiful face. Eventually, Freya arrived at a two-story house with a well-kept lawn. She approached the front door, which was painted a deep shade of blue, and knocked twice. The door creaked open almost immediately, revealing Mrs. Pott, Elizabeth’s mother. She was a striking woman in her late forties, with deep brown eyes and skin the color of rich chocolate, her face radiating warmth and kindness as she greeted Freya with a smile. “Hey, Freya!” Mrs. Pott’s voice was melodic, her tone always carrying a hint of laughter. She stepped aside to let Freya in, wiping her hands on the apron she wore over her summer dress. The h

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

she said. "It is an honor to meet you as well, Lady Ismene-Eirene," Persephone smiled. There was something in how they both looked at Ismene-Eirene and then at me. They noticed her blindness, but the look wasn’t pity or confusion. It was like they somehow understood something, but I’m not sure what they understood. "It is an honor to meet you, Lady Ismene-Eirene. May I present our daughter and my heir Lady Chara?" Anicetus greeted, shifting Chara so that I could see her face.