Sailor Venus Personality Novels & Stories

I exclaimed. No! No! I meant my blood type is golden type. Am stronger and can take care of myself l dont need anyone to protect me. Venus said but am not a fool. It's clear as water that she is lieing to me. But l however chose to not persuade the matter further thus l nodded at her explanation. Okay call it fake explanation.

Venus shrugs her shoulder and rubs her chin using her thumb. "Actually, Blanche is a nice person. She's sweet and takes a lot of effort whenever we're alone." Venus said, placing her hands in each pocket of her navy blue denim shorts. Sasha squinted her eyes as she scrutinised Venus. "You're not saying that because she's your wife right? I mean, Captain never show us that side of her."

"You think you're his mate? do you realize how pathetic you really are going after mated males, trying to hide the truth of the fact that no one wants you, so you'd rather become a homewrecker to not face the reality of the fact that you'll always be alone? You're not his mate, you don't have a mate for that matter, you're here only because you're an easy lay, and you'll spread your legs all the way from the north to the south pole just to get power off Dante, and maybe- just maybe fill that hole in your heart that'll never be filled," Venus spat out, her emotions veering crazily from fake sympathy to pure evil. "from the looks of it you clearly had mommy issues, not getting enough attention

Little Apple said, blinking. "What do you think?" Venus said, rolling her eyes at Little Apple. "Of course yes." Little Apple's face was full of joy, and a unique cheerful smile appeared on his handsome face. He held Venus in his arms and kissed her again in her delicate voice before stopping. She was determined, but not stubborn. She was cool but gentle. She was poor, but she had never felt inferior. She was a girl with too many advantages that made people yearn for. For Little Apple, everything was like a dream.

I said, motioning to the empty chairs at the table. “My Goddess. It is an honour to meet you, I too offer my loyalty” the next woman spoke. She was tall, slim and quite striking to look at. Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from. “Thank you, what’s your name?” “My apologies, I am Venus, my Goddess” she said and bowed with her hand over her heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Venus”. The next woman through the door was just as intimidating as Elaine. Tall, large and with very serious and dark eyes.

I can’t give in to my despair. “Did any of the Council members have a disagreement with your father?” I shake my head. “Father was quite docile. He always went along with what the Council said. He had silver-blond hair and honey gold eyes. Like me. They say Venuisan Witches or Wizards with that coloring are calm, collected, peaceful, dispassionate. They aren’t governed by their emotions or passions. They don’t have strong opinions about most of the issues. And that’s why they’re the ideal rulers.”

Anna retorted. Venus left and with speed moved to the cell, jarring Anna who stumbled backwards. "I'm Venus Tannedclaw!, A sworn defender of Werekult and loyal servant of the Fanged Throne. I can kill you where you stand and you won't even know what hit you" Venus hissed as Anna stared shakily at her from the relative safety of her cell. "And no human let alone one who has been pampered all her life will lecture me on duty and honor!".

I don't like the eager expression he doesn't bother to suppress. “She's comfortable around Storm,” Venus interjects. “Too comfortable, I'm a Sadist, and she's submissive. I know what I'm doing,” Killer counters. Venus purses her lips together eyes narrowing on Killer, “I can't tell you what to do. You gonna do what you wanna do anyway.” “Thanks for the confidence, but the jealousy is really uncalled for.” She fumes, “Beggar is a nice girl, she doesn't need your dose of fucked upness along with Zero's.”

“Just get on with whatever you have in that ‘reports’ of yours.” She exasperatedly demanded from her assistant. Venus Mabel Gracia. The Spaniard beauty was a Maleficent you couldn’t make an invitation list without. Trendy, glamorous, and proficient, she was an enigma. At the age of 25, she was an idealist feminist fantasy.

Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from. “Thank you, what’s your name?” “My apologies, I am Venus, my Goddess” she said and bowed with her hand over her heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Venus”. The next woman through the door was just as intimidating as Elaine. Tall, large and with very serious dark eyes. “My Goddess, I am Cleo. I offer you my loyalty, my servitude, and my life when you require it” she said firmly, her voice was rough and held a wildness to it.