The Story Of Eros And Psyche นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I tightened my arms around his neck, knowing I was pretty much behind him. Nothing could prepare me for the feeling of Eros' fangs suddenly tearing through my skin, connecting our souls with one singular act and marking me as his for all eternity. "Mine," he growled in my mind, his deep, rich voice sending a chain of reactions through my body. "Erasthai," he spoke again, this time his voice thick with reverence. My body shook as I felt our souls connect. Power surged within me, and I felt a part of me I never knew existed unlock, filling me with so much strength than I knew what to do with.

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.”

“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.

with that being said Psyche's soft lips had brushed against Aiden's for a second because she immediately moved away after doing that Aiden can't process what just happened as his sister, his adopted sister whom he thought had no feelings towards her, suddenly brushed her soft sweet lips into his and for a moment he felt thrilled about it I can't believe this will happen, my heart's beating faster than before just like the first time I met her. Psyche what are you trying to do to me? You said you can't love but you made me want you more "That's just to seal our deal, no more no less," Psyche said now standing up from her seat and was about to take a step forward when Aiden's other hand stoppe

Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes. She knew what that story was about. It was about a god, the god of love falling in love with a beautiful mortal. Her brows furrowed a little. Curiously staring up between his eyes. She grabbed the book nonetheless. "W-why are you doing this?" She found herself quietly uttering. "What do you even want from me?" She watched him express the hint of a smile, a set of dimples making their appearance into his cheeks. "I am merely curious," She stupidly stared up at him, blinking.

Eros- the goddess is not giving us a mate? Eros loud growl echos in my head, and I stumble in pain. Eros- who will we love? Who will bear us pups. The goddess gives all wolfs mates now, that started in our time. Jason - my theory is she doesn't want to share you and your brother. Eros- Our first humans betrayed her. But her love for them stayed. She never loved us. She loves the wolves we created because the spirits go back to her. They keep her from getting lonely.

Beside her, Eros pretended to sleep, his body still and his breathing measured, but his eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling above. Eros’s mind was a tumult of thoughts and emotions, the stillness of his body a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding within. He stared into the darkness above, the shadows seeming to morph as his thoughts twisted and turned. Every few moments, his gaze drifted to Bella's peaceful form, the sight both comforting and unnerving. He wondered, with a heart heavy with undisclosed truths, whether she had started to suspect the facade he’d carefully maintained.

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.

"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.