The Story Of Eros And Psyche Novels & Stories

Eros Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Enriquez is mentally unstable. From birth, he has been suffering from several impulse control disorders. When he was young, he resorted to bullying and stealing. Then it was bullying and alcohol. With therapy, we got rid of his illnesses, but he started gambling. No amount of therapy could help him this time. We tried to get him off gambling, and he developed schizophrenia. In the last twenty years, it became worse, more so after he went bankrupt. He stopped his treatment, and now he’s usually lost in a world of hallucinations. Dad and I had taken care of him since the day he was born. I promised dad I would take care of him all my life. I co

After, Edward and I look at each other. “Fine, fine, my faults,” Sava responded while rolling her eyes. An hour had passed and was down now on moving Sevi’s bed to its new spot. “Okay, we're just going to push this to there,” he said giving me his instructions. “Noted,” I responded shortly while putting my hands on the left edge of the bed. Accidentally, Edward’s hand also landed on the same spot my hand landed. His hand was at the top of mine. An electric shock runs from my hand to my body. My cheeks are burning red and I can feel a sudden heat of temperature. He slowly turns his eyes on me and we catch our breath as our eyes meet. Chemistry was happening between us at this moment.

I growl and push against the invisible restraints. “That bitch, Psyche.” Aphrodite crosses her arms and gives me a smug grin. “The Child of Perses went to her little hideaway in the desert. I thought it would be enough for him to challenge Eros for her, but his mind was too weak to woo her away.” My gears in my mind clank until they find their place. “This is about the Goddess Psyche? Eros’s wife? Because, what? You’re still jealous of her after all these years? Because she’s pretty? Is your ego really that fragile?”

It's a tricky line to walk and I thought we had it all figured out by just—not. Not sleeping together. Not even speaking to each other. And then Eros decides to show up in the break room out of absolutely nowhere, gets down on his knees, and makes me come like I've never come before—at least since that first night. What the hell does he want from me? And what the heck do I need from him?

I mumbled softly and heard Faro snort in sarcasm. “Hold on a second. What did you mean by Eros's marking me as he is…as he is what?” I questioned and his eyes danced in merriment. “Tess, Eros is a DEMON! In hell, he has horns, hooves, and a pointed tail, and to mark you, he must be in his true form,” he chuckled at the look of disbelief I had on my face. “But he's so handsome,” I muttered in befuddlement.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You belong to me, Evanora. Body, mind, soul. There's no part of you I won't take." When he kissed her again, it was darker and fiercer, and she felt her resolve slipping. Her body betrayed her once more, melting into the intensity of his storm. Eros wasn't just a man-he was a force of nature, one that would consume her entirely if she let him. And maybe, just maybe, she already had. He laid her down gently, settling between her legs as he placed soft kisses on her stomach. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes-a glimpse of tenderness buried beneath the storm.

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

"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

I state with interest. "You may have heard of me. My name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and this is my son, Eros. God of sex, lust, and passionate desire. The one who can bring irresistible feelings and impulses with the use of his arrow. He is often referred to as Cupid, but as you can see, he is not like what humans have made him out to be. Lastly, this is my dear friend, Peitho. Goddess of persuasion and seduction." she explains, introducing both herself and the other two sexy individuals. "This is definitely a dream." I mumble to myself.

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.”