Persephone And Hades Romance Books の小説・ストーリー

" His voice carried over to where I was. I wanted to turn around so bad but I didn't, didn't want to act like her presence here bothered me or anything, or that I was curious and I wanted to listen to their conversations, so I kept on walking. I walked back into my room and quickly closed the door then stepped away from it. What the hell was Persephone doing here? She was supposed to be the "wife of Hades" or mistress or whatever. I had read in the books about the romance between them, was it all real? What was she doing here now? She had referred to herself as Lady of the household. I didn't like that one bit. I was still pacing my room when the door was opened and one of the goblins walked

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

I couldn't read his expression from here. They crossed the lobby and headed toward the elevators. [The male lead and the heroine are going to a room!] [I've savored this part of the original ten times over! The smut is CHEF'S KISS!] [Everyone thinks the serpent husband is cold, but honestly — if you ran into this model in real life, who WOULDN'T want a taste?] I read the comments and stumbled, bumping into a solid back. "Selene?" I looked up.

“Something you’ll never be.” Draven’s jaw tightened. He leaned in, his hand moving with lightning speed to grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. The “God of War” was back, and the library suddenly felt far too small. “Gentlemen lose wars, Alessia. And they lose women like you.” He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Now, sit. Before I decide that the first custom you need to learn is how to beg for my mercy.” “I won’t,” I insisted. “Let me go!” I screamed as he held my hand tightly. “How dare you!”

"You don’t actually hate her scent. You hate that it makes you crave her." I growled low in my throat. "Shut up, Knox." The moment I turned toward the entrance of the chamber, a high-pitched, honeyed voice cut through the darkness. "Hades! My love!" The sound made my teeth grind. Persephone stood at the threshold of the dungeon, but she didn’t step inside. Her expression twisted in horror as she took in the bloodstained floor, the chained prisoners, the thick stench of death that clung to the air like a second skin.

I yelled. "I don't... know. I'm... not sure," she coughed. "But for the spell to work, Saraphina is supposed to die to complete the ritual of full death so the earth can allow us Hermes’s powers. But she’s alive." "I know that!" I barked. "And instead of Lucian having her killed, I don’t know what kind of enchantment she has on him." I paced the room, fists clenched at my sides as I tried to keep my fury from exploding again. The very name Saraphina was enough to send fire coursing through my veins. That little thing was the only thing holding back my rise.

[Third Person] After Hecate and Hestia got married, the two live happy and prosperous marriage. A year after their marriage, they decided to finally conceive a child. Instead of finding a sperm donor, they decided to extract some of Hecate's bone marrow into fertile Hestia's egg. After a first try, Hestia found out that she was pregnant and the two couldn't be happier.

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

Surrendering herself to an aching hunger for desire that she had definitely experienced before and even welcomed but couldn't wait to satisfy. Her fantasies had finally come close to becoming a reality. She had never imagined how special she would feel from all of it again. How feminine, how beautiful, how powerful and sexy. She was here for it all. Gasping for air every now and then from all the excitement and ecstasy. Both of their tongues intertwined as his hands slowly skimmed through and up over the very thin, silk material covering up her hips and ribs. And then, his hands trailed inwards to cup her aching breasts and brushed over her already erected nipples.