Novel & Cerita Who Was Aphrodite's Lover

There, she has a one-night stand with a guy who, surprise, happens to be the son of her dad's new fiancée. As Elissa navigates this unexpected romance, she grapples with family secrets and her own feelings. Will she be able to handle the complications that come with this forbidden love, or will everything fall apart? Join Elissa on a journey of love, surprises, and family drama as she discovers the twists life has in store.

Easy to like. Easy to love. And now that I’ve accepted the bond, I can feel it in every part of me. Not just the mate pull—love. The kind that grows when you really see someone. He tells me stories—how he stole Aphrodite’s girdle once, of all things. “It was one of her biggest power objects. Made whoever wore it irresistible,” he says, shaking his head. “Seems reckless, putting that much power into lingerie,” I joke. Hermes snorts. “Right? So I took it. Just to see if I could.”

She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns. Hans had taken a near immediate dislike to her. She reminded him of his own weakness, of his inability to fight his own lust for blood. As far as he was aware, Martha had never been anything but kind to Hans, treating him the same as she did Malik. Eventually, she had stopped trying.

He took her hand, "Your hand is cold. After you go in, have a cup of tea first. You fell into the lake today, so you have to be extra careful to not catch a cold. It'll be uncomfortable if you get sick." "Got it. You're so long-winded." She walked forward. He smiled, "I think you're just jealous of my eloquence. Acting like Zephyrus?" She paused. In Greek mythology, the God of the West Wind, Zephyrus, was infatuated with Hyacinthus. Hyacinthus was a very beautiful Spartan prince and lover of the god Apollo.

She gets embarrassed and sinks down into the water. He looks shocked. He never knew that about her. He never could have guessed that even after all those years. Her siren half was dormant for years until she lost her lover two almost three years ago. “Iris?” He realizes she’s still underwater and yanks her up. “Are you trying to drown? You can’t just say something like that then try to disappear” he screams at her. “I can’t drown..” she whispers.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

I add. “I saw that in the album,” she says, sounding weary. How can I make her happy? I draw in a deep breath and stare at the vacant, starless sky through the loose window. This time when I smile to myself, I’m fully mindful of why. “You wanna hear a story?” I ask the quiet girl resting her head on my shoulder. “Yes,” she replies. Gleaming, as a specific memory overruns my mind, I think Mad should hear this. “Venus glowed with a steady, silvery light, radiating pure beauty. She is the goddess of love. Her two primary divine lovers were her husband, Vulcan, and Mars, also known as Ares. Their love was forbidden.”

She rose from the horizon each morning in a chariot pulled by winged horses, and sometimes dispensing dew from a pitcher, blessing humankind. Cute girl, right? Yeah, the story wasn’t over yet! It was also said that she was cursed by Aphrodite with insatiable lust for mortal men – yes, you read that right! She was cursed to be eternally horny, leading to numerous love affairs. Her most famous mortal lover was Tithonus. Eos begged Zeus to grant him immortality, but forgot to ask for eternal youth, leading to the poor man’s everlasting aging... Fun shit! And she’d tried to snatch Erebus away from Nyx?

Or as usual, might she say? His light brown hair wasn't tied to the back like it was yesterday. Instead, it tumbled down his shoulder in curly waves and covered part of his face. It made him look young and beautiful. Like Adonis. Heyli smiled at the memory of her mother reading the story of Greek and Roman gods to her. Adonis had caught her attention the most. He was the mortal that Aphrodite had fallen in love with and in her mind, she had tried imagining how he really looked like. Harrison was a typical example of what he should look like.

I asked him but spoke loud enough for the class to hear. “She cheated on him!” someone guessed. I turned to face the students. “That she did, but we’re dealing with deities that are very powerful. How do you suppose ol’ Heph busted her?” “The sun guy,” Christopher volunteered. I walked around him, circling him. “Helios was the rat bastard who narced on poor Aphrodite. She was married to the ugliest god in Mount Olympus. Is she to blame for wanting a little fun on the side with the very handsome Ares?”