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She rolls her eyes and huffs, annoyed. “The coachman and his big mouth. Well, what happened was an accident.” “He killing the females was an accident?” I ask ironically. “It happens that the females were human and weak. Eros behaved as best he could; we all know how hard it is in this phase—the blood pulses, calling to us, and we have to stop before killing our food,” she says so naturally, as if she doesn’t care about the lives he took. “In this case, he didn’t stop.”

Waaaah, I can't contain my feels! I cleared my throat again, "I know everyone here already knew their love story. Psyche broke her promise to Eros because of her sisters and that's why they parted. But Psyche accepted all of Aphrodite's punishments to see Eros again." I smiled sweetly and played my glass, "For me, Psyche symbolizes a woman's sacrifices to a man. It wasn't just a man who lifts all the weights in a relationship but a woman too. And Psyche also symbolizes the perseverance to get your love back after a mistake. Taking any tough consequences just to prove that she is sincere to have him back in her life." I squealed after because of giddiness. Just---Waaaahhhh!!! I stan Psyche ev

"Have any of you tried to kill each other before?" Eros nodded almost immediately. "Countless times. But something or perhaps someone always walked in on us. There was a time, Athena poisoned Icarus. Ajax drank the poison instead. He survived because his immune system was better than Icarus. And many more incidents." Eros shrugged like he didn't just say that! If i thought my family got a screw lost, his family are psycho parts!

Edward’s POV As soon as our hand touches, a magnetic force spark towards me to pull her closer to mine. Our stares were carrying a torch of desire to clasp our bodies as one. Suddenly the temperature became hot that my sweat travels all over my burning body. What the hell on this earth is happing to me?

I wondered what he was a god of, and who was his mother? Artemis laughed, "Eros, I don't think anyone needs your services around here." "As my mother is important, so am I." "Eros? The god of sex?!" I blurted out, jumping up from where I'd seated. "Who is she? And I'm not 'the god of sex' like you say it." Then his voice changed seductively, " it's Eros, god of love, and sexual desires"

"I can." And that single statement answered every unspoken question lingering in my mind. I felt myself step back instinctively, my legs moving on their own as if my body was trying to distance itself from him before my mind could even process why. I wasn’t entirely sure if what I was feeling right then was pure fear, overwhelming confusion, or just sheer awe—but one thing was undeniably clear: Eros was not human. He simply couldn't be. He just admitted it. He confirmed that he really could read my mind, that he had access to my thoughts and secrets whenever he wanted. And that terrifying nightmare I had? It wasn’t just a random product of my imagination or a mere coincidence. It was real in

Since then he had been try to take responsibility for seeing her naked ness asking her go marry him, it's made know that the moon goddess didn't mate him go anyone and she as a omega can be his wife without hindrance. The place where she had dream of being with him is shattered because he's only trying to get under her panties,he likes Cordelia. Tears almost slipped out of her eyes as she walks into the maid quarters. Back in the garden, Eros push her away from him and wish he could take another quick bath. "Who ever it is that gives you such information must have forgets to add this too,I Eros only like you when you have not turn to the general hole for everyone and not when I have set my e

Eros operated in a different dimension entirely. The god of the bond did not contest bonds in court. He didn't have to. He could walk into a room with a bonded pair and interact with the live fabric of their connection directly, not breaking it, not legally touching it, but testing it. Stressing it. Finding the specific frequency of whatever had not yet resolved between them and pressing on it with the precision of a being whose entire divine portfolio was the inner architecture of love in all its forms. Including its fracture points. Vivienne sat down across from him.

"Fine! I forgot we were supposed to go to the movies and was very tired. I'm sorry." “Not tired enough not to stand in the cold kissing Eros. Right?" Kissing Eros?! My eyes widened, heart quickening. What Eros?! Why was Jade kissing Eros?! Eros?! She rose, towering over the table, her eyes darkening. “Why do you act like I cheated on you or something? Fine, what if I do like him? What’s so wrong in liking him?” Leo's pupils hardened. Everything! I wanted to yell as my fingers dug into my napkin. Eros just wasn’t anybody! He wasn’t a guy you bumped into at a party and made out with. Eros was the son of Tristan's uncle's close friend.

“It’s like rabies or mad cow. People said that it’s a disease where the wolf would overpower the human and take over the body. If Ares here is truly your friend Eros’s wolf then it’s possible that he has killed Eros.” Feeling offended, Eros/Ares took a step forward. “I didn’t kill anyone,” he said in a low voice, barely above whispering level. Even when he was pissed, he knew that it was best not to draw attention to us. “And I don’t know about Eros either. I’m done listening to both of you.” He jerked his hand off my hold and started crossing the road.