Persephone Aesthetic Novels & Stories

As April was always dressed in simple, light-coloured dresses, she somehow always came off as pitiful. I knew April’s game but it did not mean I was interested in all her points. Rather than dressing like a sacrifice for the goddess, I decided to dress as boldly as I could. I would not blend in, I would stand out. “Perse is a rare beauty,” Sylvia bragged. “She is a beauty handcrafted by the goddess herself so she can make any style shine.” “If you do not have a personal stylist, I have some free time on my hands so you can call on me whenever,” Emma-Rose said in a falsely flippant tone.

“I am still leaning over the artifacts.” “You’re being oddly firm.” Persephone still thought it was stupid to direct the attention to one place. “Quite unreasonable, if you were to ask me.” “I’m being unreasonable?” Dionysus balked. “Yes,” Persephone affirmed, eyes focused on the barrier, still. “What about other subjects? Other labels? Don’t you think that’s quite unreasonable for you to think that they didn’t have anything to offer the lord?” Persephone still tried to understand him, hoping that he gave a plausible answer.

I had always had my life in check, I always knew what to do and when to do it, I hardly got thrown out of balance too… but today, this night was defying all odds. Persephone looked beyond gorgeous in her silk midi dress, a cream colored gown that did so well against her porcelain skin… God, she was the perfect definition of a beautiful woman. I stood up instantly as I saw her approach our table which caused her to smile shyly at me, trying to focus on me instead of the thousands of eyes that watched her approach me.

She’s wearing a blood-red silk dress that looks like she’s been sewn into it. She really is stunning. She does not take my breath away. Medus snarls in my mind, startling me with the sudden attention. His reaction is instantly hostile, like he’s recognised something that I haven’t. “I thought I saw you sneaking out here,” she says, smiling like we’re sharing a secret. “I’m Persephone. Who might you be?” I stare at her and breathe in without meaning to. The scent that drifts towards me is wrong. She doesn’t smell like werewolf, not even close. It’s something colder, like frost, so sharp it makes my nose tingle.

She stepped closer and enthusiastically looped her arm through mine, telling me that the perfume should be used within a week or its scent would fade. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, though my mind was already racing. I frantically formulated a strategy. The moment Queenie stepped out for the restroom, I quickly put on a mask and gloves before opening the porcelain bottle. I snapped a photo of the bottle and sent it to a friend of mine who specialized in fragrance packaging to create a replica. I even paid a considerable fee for its expedited delivery to the office. I received the product right before I clocked out. I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and

Seraphine vocalised, "Let's only talk business and not joke around or else I will be beaten black and blue." °°° Throughout the entire time, they did only talk business with no nonsense. In the beginning, Scarlett did appear to be nervous. But soon enough there were no signs of that in her tone, and she enthusiastically began to tell her about everything. Seraphine might not have much clue on designing, but she had a proper sense of aestheticism. Everything designed by Scarlett gave off an elegant and mature yet simplistic vibe. Although Seraphine wouldn't wear such ornaments, she still did find them to be extremely beautiful.

“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

Morpheus followed, then pointed at a bag displayed in the storefront, asking if she wanted it. Persephone still shook her head. He became a bit flustered, wanting to buy her something, but she refused everything. "You said you wanted me to give you something." He grabbed her. "But if you don't want this or that, how can I give you anything?" "I..." Persephone paused, catching a glimpse of a photography studio nearby. There weren't many studios in large malls, and this particular one had a somewhat vintage decor, looking quite unique from the outside.

“If you do, you know you will lose all bets. So, on second thought. Lose, dear Uncle,” Everyone laughs as they watch Titan and Iris make love again. “She must really love him,” Athena jokes. “What exactly did you give him, Selene?” Hermes asks. “One that fits just right for her pleasure,” Selene smiles sweetly. “Design me a beast they can hold up like that please,” Persephone wiggles her eyebrows. Hades clears his throat making her roll her eyes at him. “I think I can make you scream well enough.” Persephone laughs at him but lets him hold her in a way she loves so much.

She calls seductively, standing up from the hot water spring. Gods don't feel embarrassed, or the need to be loyal. Their aphrodisiac nature is extremely compelling at times. It's no secret that I enjoy good feminine company, and usually, I have no problems being intimate with them if they consent. Have I placed myself under Persephone's skirt? Yes. But, oddly enough, her ginger hair, fracked green eyes, and light skin didn't feel so exotic anymore, and her boosted prickly breast and curvy waist body were no longer a consumable desire. Instead, my eyes are drawn to the woman in my arms. "And who might that be?" She sneers at the sight of another woman in the palace.