Venus Aphrodite Novels & Stories

Her skin felt like flower petals and her scent was working like a drug to him. As, soon as he set his lips on her neckline ,his desire to satisfy his ego by was taken over by his desire to fulfill his lust. Was there a chance to escape for Fuoco wade,now?

She didn’t understand her frustration was due to her denied release over and over again, “I… “ she sniffled again. “Shh,” he kissed her lips, “it’s okay, it is only the beginning,” he undid her blindfold, which was now wet with her hot tears. She was finally able to open her eyes. She blinked them twice, pouting in the cutest manner, “Good fucking girl,” he slammed his lips onto hers. He plunged his tongue so deep into her mouth, she wondered if he would touch the back of her throat. He pulled back when he had enough, “Only you can make me feel like this Athena, no fucking one can. You are a fucking Venus in disguise,” he moaned, connecting her forehead to hers.

, Venus said as she stepped forward, her golden hair shimmering as if catching the light of a hundred suns, her aura exuding an intoxicating mix of power, love, and allure. "Kaiden Steele," Venus began, her voice resonant, carrying the weight of divine authority. She turned her gaze toward Selene, who nodded in acknowledgment. "And Kaiden Æthiran Steele," Venus added, invoking the name Selene had given him at his birth—a name tied to the divine essence of the moon and stars, carrying the promise of greatness and balance.

Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of liquid moonlight. Her luminous eyes, usually serene, now carried the burden of sorrow, their glow dimmed by the weight of her thoughts. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, her golden curls framing a face that was both gentle and fierce. Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne.

It was Aphrodite's deity, a man who just loved the idea of being a subordinate to a powerful woman. "I don't think I need to tell you my name because you very well know who I am. We've known each other since we were both humans." Aubrey rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, completely annoyed. Xun, Aphrodite's deity, chuckled out as he sat on the seat that Hades had been sitting on earlier.

I ask and then almost putting an end to my days with fright she jumps clapping her hands while squealing. "I was waiting for you to figure it out on your own." Her voice was the softest of velvet and mischief built her grins. Simply staring for a while I decide to make my grand escape but Mother Dearest extends her hand for me to shake. "I am Aphrodite." Unintentionally my grip tightens "You...are the goddess of love." She seems delighted by my insight and quickly adds on. "The goddess of beauty too." Seeing her face lighten up in a jolly mood and still jumping around in my mother's work clothes got me close to feeling nauseous.

--- That’s the woman Aphrodite was—seductive and untouchable, fierce yet fragile. And I was obsessed with every part of her. With her body, her secrets, her soul. No matter what it took, I would claim her. Because Aphrodite wasn’t just a goddess of beauty. She was a goddess of fire. And I was ready to burn.

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”