Persephone Gow Novels & Stories

Artemis was confused for it's sounded rude. "Why did you say so?" The woman asked persephone. "You're wearing a limited edition necklace and that watch is fucking expensive that was my dream watch for christ sake." Persephone was now in awe because of the watch. It looks expensive and beautiful. "I just pass by and it happen i saw you having difficult time in your groceries, so why not help? Just wandering if you guys need help. Want my watch?" She removed it and hand it to persephone. "No thank you. I really appreciate your kindness. That's my dream watch so i don't like it to get that easily. I want my ass to work hard for my dream." Persephone bowed a little. The woman just smile and carr

Georg bowed, defeated, and turned his back at the council. *** Perseus lay on the disheveled bed with the naked woman sleeping soundly beside him. He felt quite pleased with how she tried to keep up with his stamina and vigor. She was knowledgeable and skilled enough to take him in and give him what he wanted. But in the end, she was still a human; weak and incapable to match him. “Get out,” he said as he rocked the woman awake. She looked at him groggily and unsure of what to say. “Get out. I want the room to myself now,” he said dismissively.

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.

They want to wear us down with their attacks, including sending weaklings in first. And knowing that Melania is really pulling the strings, it makes sense. Of course, an ancient hag would have a better battle strategy than some dumbass pup. I quickly pulled out my phone to check the program Persephone had installed. I smiled when I saw a message from Darren. Not that the text was anything. It was just a forward of the dossier. I smiled because I have programmed as Tesoro Mio. He may not realize how serious I mean that pet name, but he is my treasure as my mate. I grew up believing that your mate is the greatest gift the Goddess can give a wolf, and as such, they should be treasured and loved

" 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

He's getting more anxious the longer they can't find Eleena. "I think she is in---" "She's at our home." The two of them looked back at the person who spoke. Their brows met when they saw Persephone with a Cerberus on her side. It is on alert, its three heads are facing the two of them with their teeth showing as if they are ready to pounce at them any time. "You gave her the fruit." Apollo tried to take a step forward but he stopped when Cerberus went between them, growling at Apollo.

Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!” “Fuck you,” Alastor snapped, feeling his cheeks growing warm. “Aw, love you too, man!” “But don't you see, Alpha?” Sean demanded, “The eyes, the shadows, hell that sword: she looked and acted like she might be... Proserpina.” "Wait… the underworld's queen?" Harry blurted out. “No moron, that's Queen Persephone,” Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.”

“Now shut your trap, rat, and stop disrupting the peace in this bloody carriage.” Severus carries on, unaffected. “She’s next on our list before Princess Daphne. Otherwise you’d have to marry a lycan.” He scoffs. “Which is also not an option. So it’s her. How do you plan to convince a grieving widow to move on?” “She will,” Perseus says, voice laced with quiet confidence. “After she realizes how stupid he was. But I’m not here to marry her.” The carriage halts in front of the castle gates. From above, I watch the memory unfold like a scene from a play. Perseus’ expression changes. His eyes go wide with alarm.

Hermes bowed at the older goddess and flew away. Now that her daughter was safe, the golden-skinned goddess rejoiced and her grief vanished. Yet the mother noticed some subtle changes after receiving the girl back from the black veil of the Underworld. Persephone had gone to Hades' realm as an innocent sweet child and come back a grown woman. Her eyes, like the dew or the raindrops, reflected such a depth her mother had never seen. But the joy of seeing her daughter distracted her and she thought nothing of it. Then the reunited pair boarded their swift drakon-drawn chariot and journeyed back to their home. ~*~

“I will get on my knees if you want me to. Please.” Faris was a proud Beta – Betas were supposed to be humble – so the thought of having him kneel at my feet enticed me but I laughed away his suggestion. Whether he knelt or not, I would confirm if the spark of arrogance in Persephone Adelard’s eyes was justified or if she was merely a fool. “Persephone Adelard sent me,” I confided in him. The troubled expression on his face turned into one of interest. “Alpha Adelard’s daughter? You did not inform me you had spoken to her. Will she help us get the Crimson Wolf?” He fired questions at me.