Mythology Romance Novels & Stories

So to get away from him, I put my job search on hold, bought a plane ticket, and flew straight to the beach. … I grew up in a landlocked city. I had never seen the ocean in person. When Ryan and I got married, we had planned to spend our honeymoon at the beach. But his work got in the way, and the plan fell apart. After that, he promised to take me a hundred times. It never happened.

and tell her how much i loved her and that I was remembering her during the last moment of my life. Just tell her that she was the most beautiful girl he ever met and that whatever may come she should not cry or else he will come back as a ghost to pull his leg and maybe then she would not like it. He also broke into tears and the other two consoled him. The third warrior told them that he neither had a girlfriend yet nor he had a wife.... no kids he has the Worlds most beautiful women in his life... his mother. He told the other two that his mother had raised him up single-handedly. She worked as a daily wage labourer and never let him feel that they were poor. She always worked overtime s

“I’m Selene.” I took her hand, it was fucking soft and would fit perfectly jerking my cock off for me. “Like the moon goddess,” I murmured, almost without thinking. Her brows lifted. “You know your mythology?” “Not really,” I said. “Just enough to know Selene drove the moon across the sky every night, fell in love with a mortal, and begged the gods to let him sleep forever so she could love him without him aging.” She blinked. “That’s oddly specific.”

When love consumes, there’s no regret— For flames of passion make us forget. The audience went wild—applause, whistles, gasps. I leaned in close, lips nearly brushing his ear. My breath was velvet, my words a blade. “You called me a slut.” “So tonight, I brought a man who sees me as divine.” “You want me on your arm?” “Then win me.” Before he could speak, I turned to the crowd and lifted my hand. Silence fell like a curtain. “The Sumerian myth of the Courtship of Inanna and Dumuzi,” I began, my voice steady and rich with meaning, “tells of a goddess who did not wait to be chosen—but instead chose her lover through a contest between suitors.”

"Gosh, you're always on to me. How do you know I was going to lie?" "You get that evil gleam in your eyes, the one that gives me shivers.” "Fine," she huffed, "It's the soul-binding ritual." "What on earth?" "It's just a myth. No one takes it seriously. Like kissing under the mistletoe to seal your love forever? It's the same kinda thing for werewolves." I snickered, "I thought only humans believed in such nonsense." "Werewolves are even more romantic and caught up in the idea of soulmates. Utter a word about eternal togetherness, and we will jump in even if it costs a limb." Nyx grinned.

I state with interest. "You may have heard of me. My name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and this is my son, Eros. God of sex, lust, and passionate desire. The one who can bring irresistible feelings and impulses with the use of his arrow. He is often referred to as Cupid, but as you can see, he is not like what humans have made him out to be. Lastly, this is my dear friend, Peitho. Goddess of persuasion and seduction." she explains, introducing both herself and the other two sexy individuals. "This is definitely a dream." I mumble to myself.

I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her. “I love you,I love you” I chanted,easing myself into her as she screamed,I began to thrust in and out of her as thunder rumbled outside…….. immediately the rain began to pour heavily. I know I’ve offended the elders I know there’ll be trouble on the morrow but I don’t care, I’ll face the consequences. .. .. 💕Lady Miranda’s POV 💕 .. .. “Something is definitely wrong,I sense it,I can feel it…… The King has offended the elders and there’ll be trouble, I placed the black stones on the floor as his pets face appeared.

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

"You truly are as romantic as your father Hakkon was with Queen Aslaugh, which is to say, you would slaughter a boar in front of me, dearest Turry, and give me its still beating heart – but come evenings of poetry, mead, and song, and you would blunder about like the oafish warrior princess that you are, stumbling over confessions of love and songs of paramours. Your singing is like a dying cat in heat, and the poetry you have tried to recite to me is truly atrocious. The feminine arts of courting are better left to your delicate little sister Yuri." "I am too a romantic!" I protested, nipping her nose with my unusually sharp teeth. She laughed to high Valhalla, so loud Wotan the Raven could

The garden has everything: a bench, a table with two chairs, a statue of a mythic eromance goddess, a dancing fountain, and a wide sky full of stars to gaze. “Everything in this garden is made for lust,” she uttered as she examined the statue in front of her. Germela was described as the romantic goddess who fell for a man. But the man she loves had someone else in his heart, and they are soon be blessed with an offspring. Germela offered all the wealth and power she had if the man chooses her. But at the end of the story, the man chose to marry the woman she loves and rejected the goddess forever. The goddess, who was touched by their love, dedicated a whole garden for them as a wedding gi