Goddess Wife Novels & Stories

Zeus is often depicted as an older man with a beard and is represented by symbols such as the lightning bolt and the eagle. He fathered many children. Among the most well-known are Athena, the goddess of war; Perseus, the hero known for slaying Medusa; and Persephone, Demeter’s daughter, and wife to Hades. Zeus is known for his many sexual (and oftentimes nonconsensual) relationships outside of his marriage to his wife and sister Hera.

IT'S YOU BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE MAKES SENSE EARLIER "Now continue your story. I still don't know what I saw." "Do you know about the Greek Gods?" Riccardo asked, turning to face towards her. "Not too much.." "Do you know who Zeus' wife is?" "Amm.. you mean the divine one? She asked and he nodded. "Hera." "Right, do you know about her? Like her nature and doings?"

(More commonly known as Percy Jackson's dad. Married to Amphitrite and Hades' second brother. Hera : Greek goddess of marriage and birth. She is the queen of Olympus and the wife and sister of Zeus. (It's complicated.) Siblings with Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Hestia and Demeter. (She is the dangerously jealous type.) Apollo : Greek God of sun, light, music and prophecy. AND poetry, art, archery, oracle, plague*draws in breath* medicine and knowledge. (Talented)

"Alright ... alright!" said one of the women. "Hey!" protested the other two women. "I can just step on this eyeball right now and you won't have any," said Leon. "Not! Do not do it!" exclaimed the three women together. "Then tell me where Hesperides is!" "Okay… Okay! Hesperides is in the orchid of Hera, the goddess of marriage and birth. Wife of The Great Zeus," answered one of the women. “We already know that! Where is it located? Say it clearly!" exclaimed Leon while stomping his foot.

But Lukas told me there is only one mate for everyone. "Hi, I don't think we've met before" I croaked, awkwardly waving at her. The Greek Goddess warmly smiled, her eyes shifting towards my stomach. Hestia is the virgin goddess of the hearth, the right ordering of domesticity, the family, the home, and the state. So it was natural she would find out about my pregnancy. But she didn't make a move to touch my stomach or anything which I felt relieved at. "Congratulations Queen" "Oh, thank you."

I watched as the other gods hurriedly moved around the Mansion. Zeus, the father of the gods, and Hera, his wife emerged from the doorway in all their glory and might. His majestic outfit shone like pure gold, and his chest-length beard, swept freely along his neck. His waist length, white hair brightened the room.

"I am here." I held his gaze. I said: "The founding ground acknowledges the partner. Zane Ashford is witness. His function is structural. His standing is formal. His presence is permanent." I paused. "I, Aria Vale, Chosen of the Moon Goddess, anchor of the founding ground, acknowledge the partner." I held his gaze. "You are not here because of what we are to each other." I paused. "You are here because of who you are." I paused. "There you are."

My mother rolls her eyes from behind him. A Goddess steps forward from behind Set wearing a headdress designed with a house within it. Her delicate features display mirth as she smiles kindly over at Jamari. “I am Nephthys, wife of Set and twin sister of Isis.” Her melodious voice floats to our ears, soothing our tension.

"Hi, Ladies and gentlemen. I am Jane Helson, the wife of your Ceo in the company you are working with. I took this video, to inform you all that whatever happens, you are my mass witness of his adultery towards me..." announced by the wife. The folks who listened to her had a mixed reaction. Some were taken aback, but the shareholders simply laughed at her. Jane was perplexed as to why the company's connections sounded so dissimilar to the others. As a reply, Jane made a statement to them.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.