Kore-persephone Novels & Stories

“Can you please go help Klay with dinner? I stopped for pomegranates. If Klay could whip up that chocolate tart with the pomegranate syrup, for dessert, that would be fantastic. Oh, and Cora sends her love. I’ll round everyone up when food is ready.” My ears perk up at the mention of someone named Cora. Kas’s sister Cora is a Leader of the Menae, but she died and has reincarnated as my daughter Maya. It’s not the most common name in the world. It is also a pseudonym for the Goddess Persephone. In her past lives, Maya was named Cora to show honor to Persephone. There’s no way Doctor Khe is talking about the Goddess, though. Is there? No. She can’t be. I’m being paranoid. There’s no way.

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

It was obviously wine, "Do you have no other things to do?" Charilaus snapped there, even though Leonidas could tell he was trying his utmost best to be po Persephone smiled. "No Father. I have sewn all the tapestries, cooked all the meals, and being the perfect daughter, I am here to entertain your gue The sarcasm was obvious in her voice and Charilaus looked like he would explode. "Perseph Her smile was gone as she stood, "Alright, I only came to make a business preposition to Lord Aetos. He seems like a man that knows genders do not restrict one from having ideas that can help a nation, Fat

“I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.” “I didn’t either,” Isolde said. Her voice was raw. “But it explains everything. They weren’t just targeting girls. They were casting roles.” A ping echoed from the terminal. Penelope turned the screen toward them. A document opened: ComposerDirective-42-VZ.p*f Isolde leaned in and read aloud the title: “Final Curation: Persephone’s Descent” She scrolled further. Subject Status: Untouched Scheduled Engagement: TBA Zurich / Tier-Red

Crista demanded, all saucy, putting her hands on her hips. Persephone merely shrugged, and I broke out laughing. “Oh… Oh, I do love you Fayte females. Never a dull moment. Persy, can you send that…” I pointed at her phone. “To my laptop back at town hall? I’m sure Zio Damon and I could make good use of that.” I questioned. “Yeah, sure.” Persephone shrugged, going back to her phone, her fingers moving nimbly. “I did one better. Check your phone. You can then connect your phone to whatever computer you want to access it.” She smirked, pocketing her phone.

Even though he quickly decided against it, Ezekiel had also worked with Philip long enough to read through him. "What?" Ezekiel called out. Philip looked over his shoulder and smiled, shaking his head as he did. "Nothing, sir. I hope the morning goes well." He left. Ezekiel sat alone in the large office, staring at the Hartwell contract on his screen but his mind was somewhere else. He picked up his phone, clicked on the notification coming from Jerry's channel that showed the behind the scene of his ongoing work. He was asking the actors and actresses funny questions to which they played along. When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "

He questioned. “Yeah, sure.” Persephone shrugged, going back to her phone, her fingers moving nimbly. “I did one better. Check your phone. You can then connect your phone to whatever computer you want to access it.” She smirked, pocketing her phone. “You’re terrifying. But okay, so that’s the status of things. And since things look all clear and Kurt is an adorably miserable wreck without his Isis to snuggle. Let’s go, girlie.” André waved for Isis to go with him.

The 50 candles that I lit didn't go to waste. I kissed her again, before letting the straps of her little black dress fall off her shoulders. I've been looking forward to getting her out of this dress all night. I peeled it off her body and let it fall to her feet. "Do you like it?"She asked."It's a new set." Jamie was referring to the new lingerie set that she was wearing so well. The bra and panties were lilac in colour and they were lace, but anything against her toned and tanned skin was pleasing to the eye.

She’d had an image of the Greek goddess-type in a flowing white gown draped over one shoulder. Instead, the Oracle was a middle-aged woman with a curvy frame, wildly curling black hair tightly confined with a multicolored headscarf, and creamy chocolate skin. As she moved closer, she held out both of her hands in an expectant fashion. Slowly, North offered one of her own, expecting something like a palm reading. Instead, the Oracle simply grasped her hand between her palms and squeezed gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, North. My name is Persephone, though most people call me Oracle or Seer Persephone. I prefer to dispense with that.”

I hear a soft murmuring voice and look at the source. "Please leave him. He will die," her shaking voice, trembling with fear and sadness, pleads. I don't want my Persephone to be sad. I want her happy. She deserves all the happiness in the world. "It's me. It's me. Your Kore," she says softly and caresses my cheeks with her warm hands. Her smell. Her smell hits my nose, leaving me wanting more of her. I loosen my grip and hear a loud thud, but my entire concentration is on my beautiful Kore.