Aphrodisia – Eyes are The Windows to the Soul
“Yes, I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I whisper to him.
“Yes, I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I whisper to him.
Atë’s face darkened with warning. “Don’t lecture me, freak. What would running in there and comforting her accomplish? Hm?”
Shot the king of the gods in the ass with an arrow, and now the queen of the gods wants my wings mounted on her wall.
“You should know. I will never love you,” he says coldly. My heart feels like it’s been stabbed multiple times by those words.
“It is just better if he doesn’t know. It is just a crush, right? Those feelings will fade away,” I whisper.
Clio would never leave Duck behind, not like this. The poor fox appears terrified, frantic.
“What is a girl like you doing out at this late hour?” the man smirks, stepping closer to me. He picks me up by my arm and I smell his breath.
“You can learn a lot observing from others,” I replied, ignoring his comment. “If only mortals learned from their past mistakes, their lives would be easier.”
His heart’s desire practically screams at me, to find someone to love, who loves me.
I expected a lot of things from my grandson, most of them were negative, but I wasn’t prepared for what he said. Eros met my eyes and said, “No.”
“I mean, Zeus couldn’t be happier; Erebus After Dark rakes in a ton of money. You have your own brand, clothing line, vodka…but all that came at a price.”
“A lot has changed since then. Erebus isn’t the man we once knew. I guess he’d much prefer to be by himself then to visit with family.”
Technically, we met because she stole my car. I mean, you didn’t expect me to go through legitimate channels to find an assistant, did you?
The scythe cutting through the limb, the blood, the feathers falling from me, the agony, the feeling of horror, despair, betrayal.
“If I’m such a delight, why didn’t you tell me you were planning on moving back home? And that I had to drag my ass out here?”