Story Of Eros And Psyche Novels & Stories

"You good?" I asked Psyche as we were cruising along the highway on the way home. I felt her nod, but I also felt her shallow breaths and heard her sniffles in the midst of the silent road that we're taking. And then an idea popped into my head, and so I sped up. "This is not the way to the house. Where are you taking me, Eros?" She asked, confused, and still stifling her sobs. "You'll see." I said to her, and she just nodded and lay her head on my back as we rode up the mountainside.

A friend. "My name is Eros." The boy said. "I'm Psyche." She answered. "You have a nice name. It suits you." The boy compliments her. "Thank you." She replied and smiled sweetly. They both waited for their mothers to pick them up. They played games while waiting and talked about things they wanted to be. Psyche had fun. She forgot every horrible memory she had experienced. Being with Eros gave her something to look forward to everyday. She hoped that they'll be friends forever.

Ersa’s expression immediately changed, even after hearing Eros’s words just now added more changes to her expression. Eros’s voice began to be heard again by them, “Sorry to make you hear this, Miss Ersa. Maybe you don’t know who Siska is, but this girl is a snake in my eye that almost pecked me. Anyone who tries to get into my private affairs or touch my lover, that person will not live in peace. I promise you that.” Ersa smiled awkwardly after hearing Eros’ word, who seemed to pose a threat to her. Eros’s words were a threat to Ersa. So that Ersa doesn’t get too close to him and even more so annoys Kanya.

“I’ll talk to him in . . . private. Ten minutes is the least you can offer me to get to know the man I’ll be spending my entire life with.” Papa didn’t argue, but I was sure he caught the meaning behind it. I was so mad at him for making me do this. For bartering me off to the first man who extended a hand to me. And worse, I wasn’t offered a chance to know him. I met Eros’s gaze and my body trembled at the intensity of them. He was like Eros, the Greek god of carnal pleasures, with deadly blue eyes and an equally searing aura oozing from him that could kindle certain feeling inside anyone’s body, which was precisely why his name had suited him so well.

He struggled to grasp the twisted logic that drove Eros to such extremes. "But Eros," Azure pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, "we're all suffering under his control. Can't you see that we deserve love and care, not this... this torment?" Eros's laughter echoed hollowly through the walls, devoid of any warmth or understanding. "Love and care? That's just a fantasy, Azure. Devin is the only one who sees our potential, who believes we can be something more. I won't let that chance slip away." Azure's heart ached as he witnessed the depth of Eros's obsession, a toxic allegiance that consumed his every thought. He had hoped to find camaraderie and understanding in Eros, but instead, he

A desire for more of her smiles directed at him. Her lashes fluttered open and she gazed at him through hazy eyes. “Brecc. I don’t understand. You and Eros have confused the shit out of me.” He barked a laugh. “How did we do that?” “I thought you two were…you know, a couple,” she stammered. “I didn’t realize you were into threesomes.” He went back to walking, helping her along by holding her hand. “We’re not into threesomes. We share females. Eros and I have always had a deep connection. Our bond ensures we have the ability to lead the pack as best we can, but also have a triad relationship with a female.”

I decided that conversation, however painful, was the safest option. “I am the eldest daughter of Poseidon, God of the Sea. I told you my stepmother murdered him…. What I didn’t tell you was that, with him being a God, it is impossible that she could have done it on her own. Someone helped her, and that someone resides here. In the realm of the Gods.” “Do you know who?” “I do not. This is why our being here is such a gamble. Eros, the god of love and…. Sex. That is who we seek.”

She presses her lips suddenly against mine before pulling away with a smile. Before I can question anything, she steps away as Eros steps up and takes her place. "I hereby gift you with the same sex, lust and passionate desire, that flows throughout me, and now into you." he states, before pressing his lips to mine. Just as the other two have done, Peitho steps up and repeats the same process. "I hereby gift you with the same persuasion and seduction, that flows throughout me, and now into you." she repeats, before connecting our lips as well.

I was about to take my ass off the chair after I was greatly disappointed with him, but… “No, no, no.” He reached out his hand to stop me from leaving as he repeated his words and shook his head adamantly. “That’s not the information I promised you on the phone yet. That’s not what I told you that will help you greatly. I just added that in so you would understand how crazy Eros is. He is not mentally ill in the way you think. He’s a psycho. A man who kills his own family like that is a monster.” He finished his words with firmness.

The one she had once confused for warmth. "Welcome back," he said. "I've been waiting for you to bring my creation home." Echo surged. The server room vanished. Aria was somewhere else entirely…on her knees, Elias in front of her, the specific degradation of it laced through with pleasure she hadn't consented to, the fantasy built from her own worst fears about what she had wanted from him before she understood what he was. Behind her she felt Jax, heard Lena. The shame was so complete it became its own gravity.