Novel & Cerita Story Of Eros And Psyche

Hope that our kids are gonna be alright, and hope that no matter what happens I will be strong enough to hold on and never let go. “Perfect, Nadia I love it,” he murmured and I smiled at him. “What about the boy,?” I asked him and he looked at the child. “How about, Eros, I mean he was born in Greece and here Eros is the God of love, so when we look at him, we get to think of the love, and strength that we are to each other,” he mumbled and I leaned in to kiss him.

God. It was always him. Even inside the memories. Even inside the chaos tearing through her mind. Somehow Eros remained the one thing that made everything quieter. Aethon watched the interaction with visible frustration. “You see? This is exactly how it started before.” Eros’s jaw tightened. “Enough.”

It's not natural, they become husband and wife by agreement even though officially, but Eros and himself do not love each other. "Alea, come here!" Eros shouts from the kitchen startled Alea, immediately getting off her bed and running small towards Eros in the kitchen. While eating breakfast, Alea glances at Eros, who looks good with his food occasionally. Is Eros pretending he doesn't remember? Or the wrong memory of Alea? Confused, the girl scratched her head. Trying to think back about what happened last night, but the memory is becoming clearer. Alea suddenly fluttered, her cheeks also felt hot. Alea grabbed her cheek and immediately shook her head violently, trying to erase her crazy m

He presumed that having tortured, raped and trained a childhood friend of a Great Devil to become his personal sex slave, it was clear that Rena would be brewing with anger and would release her fury on him by killing him or torturing him harshly. But it was not the case here. There was no reason for him to still be unharmed except for his movement being restrained She had saved his life from the choke and the first thing she did after he became conscious was to ask him about a question regarding the Eros God. Did she know him personally? Did they have a past together? Why was she so interested and desperate to know of his relationship with the Eros God? All these important questions flooded

A knife swiftly appears in my palm. "No! Wait, Hermione. We can talk things out, we can come to an agreement. You can't be serious?!" Eros panics in plea. I slit my palm with the knife, moving to touch his temple. He tries to shake his head, but gets rooted in place. The law of mate's rejection. Just as I couldn't escape from his... "I, Hermione Circe Crofus, daughter of Christian Crofus, accept your rejection, Eros Nathaniel Anathos, future lord of the Black cat coven." I feel the bond between Eros and I thinning out slowly, then it was completely gone.

Ariana was looking lovingly at her daughter and husband and enjoying their conversation. “Mom you know I always listen to you.” She said and ran and cuddled in her arms.” Eros was smiling wickedly this girl knew exactly how to win everyone. Eos was thanking god for giving him such a loving family who had grown stronger along these years. But he was not aware that the problems were yet to arrive and their destiny would be changed altogether. Freya POV

“Aw! E, you are hurting me with your coldness. Why can’t you sound happy to hear from me for once? The woman whines into the phone, sounding childlike. A thing that irritated Eros. Unknown to him, his hands move in a gentle stroke over Ara’s body, calming the blonde and allowing her to relax against his chest while they drove towards his home. “What do you want, Vela?” He growls into the phone. Eros is a King that needs a Queen, and Vela is a high-blood Lycan who is the perfect fit to be his Queen on paper, but the drawback is that Eros doesn’t like Vela, nor does he trust her father, who is one of the Lycan’s council members.

"She isn't crowned yet." "Were you crowned the King of Lust?" Eros froze. He never was but still he was called that. His voice faltered "Queen Persephone, my greetings. I am Eros- the god of Lust and Love." he finally greeted the enchanting beauty sitting on the throne as she was born for it. Big, dark wavy curls falling on her waist were making her seem more exotic then she was. Petite, small, delicate beauty but her aura screamed power...of fury, she was a warrior.

He jolted forward and grabbed Daimon by the neck as he pushed him against the wall. "Hah! You have a death wish, don't you?" Eros asked with a smirk but Daimon chuckled. "He's– He's the assas–" Before Keisha could butt in their conversation. "Shut the fuck up, Keisha!" Eros shouted in a hoarse and loud tone. He was holding all his strength together to stop himself from killing the two of them. He was ready to do it– but seeing Keisha's face made him weak. "Please… Eros, let me explain," Keisha requested before hugging him from behind. Her touch, her scent, and the heat of her body is his only weakness. Keisha is his temptation and the only one who could make him feel this way.