Memoirs of a Goddess
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Hidden within the folds of time lies the forgotten diary of a goddess-a collection of stories etched in ink and passion, recounting the lives she touched and the hearts she held. With each page, the veil between mortal and divine fades, drawing you into a world where love transcends centuries and boundaries.
Through her words, you will meet the souls who dared to love her: kings and wanderers, dreamers and warriors, each leaving their mark on her immortal heart. But hers is not a tale of eternal joy; it is a story of longing, sacrifice, and the bittersweet nature of love that slips through the fingers of eternity.
As you turn each page, her voice whispers to you-intimate, alluring, and enigmatic. Is she confessing, reminiscing, or warning? Her truths are woven with secrets, and her memories are as fleeting as the gods themselves.
This is no ordinary diary. It is a portal into a goddess's soul, where the lines between myth and reality blur, and her lovers' stories become yours to unravel.
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Aphrodite in Disguise
Stripped of her memories and cast down to the mortal realm, Aphrodite, hidden in the mortal form (Rebecca), was forced to traverse a world she barely understood- an existence devoid of her memories of grandeur and divinity. Though she bore the title of the goddess of love, her heart was a blank canvas, untouched by the sweet experiences or painful longings that love entailed. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the earth, Freen stumbled through her ordinary existence, untouched by the knowledge of the divines. Life had dealt her a harsh hand; after losing her parents, she had been forced to learn the art of survival in a world that seemed relentlessly unforgiving. Alone and isolated, devoid of loving hands to guide her, Freen's heart yearned for the warmth of affection that had always eluded her. Would the paths of these two young women, so starkly contrasted in their origins and experiences, ever converge? And in the grand tapestry of existence, could there truly be fairness in love and war, of mortals and primordial gods?![Worlds Apart [COMPLETE]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/110312649-256-k334588.jpg)
Worlds Apart [COMPLETE]
Nothing could compare to the way her gaze made me feel. The flames licking my skin and the raging fire in my veins was way more bearable. The moment our eyes connected, it was like my body found a new kind of flame. The kind that only she was able to draw from me. I've never felt my body being set ablaze like this before. One day here in this new town and I was already losing my mind over my new neighbour. A really pretty, hot neighbour. Her long, wavy platinum blonde hair, pale skin and icy blue eyes that seemed to stare depths into my soul and keep me frozen in place. I couldn't seem to leave. Her pink lips were parted slightly as she tried to catch her breath. I swallowed. One step forward and I could hold her. One tilt of my head and I could kiss her lips. If only I could have a taste of those lips- I have to get out of here. I turned and left, my heart nearly overpowering my brain to stop and go back to her. Only one thought kept me going. Who could ever love a monster? -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Hey guys! I'm back with a new story and I've had this idea in my head for quite some time and I'm glad to finally be posting it! Firstly, I got inspiration for this book from a Korean drama called "Goblin" and it's one of the best dramas I've come across after so long. Secondly, no reuploading or copying or plagiarising or whatever it is that is illegal because I will slice your neck and leave you hanging to die :) Jk, maybe. Not really. Thirdly, please enjoy this book and leave comments! Sincerely, Janice GoldShaken *Created, Published & Completed in Year 2017* (Editing Complete ~2018)Tamamlanmış Hikaye
HIS BETROTHED
"I don't have a heart . " he said leaning away from her touch . her light was too overwhelming for the darkness inside his very soul . he was the true meaning of evil . he murdered his own brothers , slaughtered his very father and killed his mother what other evil could exist other than him ? yet his broken and battered soul needed some one to tell him he wasn't as evil as people thought he was . he needed to a light for his dark sinful soul. she stared at him . she knew he doesn't have a heart .she knew of his atrocities , she knew of his darkness , yet her soul wasn't as clean either . wherever she went she knew that path would always lead back to him . for some reason the darkness in his soul comforted her ." neither do I " "what are you doing" he looked up at her eyes and smiled "what do you think " his kiss landed again on her neck and she shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit her " get away from me " she said sounding unsure of her self gods she sounded pathetic . he chuckled and continued kissing her body , adoring it with his unholy touches , she struggled to keep her mind where it should be but her attempt was failing his touch gods his touch was sedative and she needed it . she sucked in air when his mouth landed on her nipples "vermol" she moaned . he continued sucking , touching and she kept moaning then he said"tell me to stop Regina if you don't I won't be able to" she knew she should the words were on her lips but the question was did she want him to stop?. dear readers this story is rated mature . it is my second story after a long time pls if you notice any mistakes pls correct me . just have fun and be sure to comment. oh and one more thing take care of your heart cos u may fall in loveTamamlanmış Hikaye
Claimed by the Viking
It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
My Poetry Escape
I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Solicitude
Rated R "Please, faster," I begged but he didn't oblige. "No, my control, my pace," he said. Then, I felt his lips on mine as he continued easing in and out of me. I kissed him with passion, letting him dominate the kiss, knowing that I would never win. Master left my lips as his trailed from my shoulder until my earlobe. He nipped on it while he slowly and seductively whispered, "I want to be deep inside you, I want my cóck so deep that I am fúcking your womb as you scream my name in pleasure, begging for more. I want to fill you with my semen as your tight cúnt stretches and your walls clenching on my long and thick díck while I pound into you senselessly until you forget your name." After everything he said, I felt myself dripping and wet for him, for my master. "What's stopping you, master?" I moaned in response. ---------------- Kathleen Bellisima, she's none other than the youngest female CEO of the top model agency in New York. She has it all, beauty and intelligence. Every man and sometimes even women desired her. What's one thing that kept her from having relationships? Her past. She's the definition of perfection to all people but she never looked at herself like others did. She's empty, broken, and lonely. She's been afraid of trust, love, and commitments. Then, she met Alexander Peterson. Her life changed. Who is Alexander in her life, what made such difference? ---------------- This book contains graphic contents such as language and sexual contents. This is also my first book containing BDSM-related contents so please leave comments and tell me if you like it or not! Chapters 9,13,18, and 21 are the ones with the restricted contents. Skip them if you feel uncomfortable on reading the sexual contents.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
The Queen's Guard (gxg)
A letter to the Queen; Perhaps in a different life we could be so much more than we are now. It hurts that I must keep my feelings hidden from you, but such is the life of a cursed goddess. Besides, you do not need romance in this very moment, you need support and friendship, all of which I am willing to give to you. But destiny seems to have a different idea. I hadn't intended to fall in love with you, after all, I have known you since you were shorter than my knee. If I had any idea that this day would come, I would've take precaution around you, because then, you wouldn't have fallen in love with me either. Do not worry Raven, I already know, that's how the curse goes. Its a two way street this wretched thing, and the only reason I am gasping for breath, clinging onto life by the tip of my fingers is because you finally admitted your feelings to yourself. I am sorry to put you through all of this pain, simply thinking about you hurting makes me hate myself, you do not deserve that. As my last wish, I want you to promise me that you will not mourn my passing, for I have lived a long and fulfilling life on this planet. Thanks to you, the recent years have been more joyful than I could've ever imagined. So please, do not waste your precious tears on me, this is what the gods have intended. I know you, and I know that you will try and prevent this from happening, but I've specifically requested for the guards to keep you inside the palace no matter what. I don't want you to see me like this, weak and vulnerable. My life is in forfeit, for falling in love is both a cure and a disease. Please remember me with a smile on your face, because you always looked so beautiful smiling at what you loved. I shall love you from now, until eternity, My Darling.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘
Y/N had long since perfected the art of hiding the cracks in her heart, a quiet ache that lingered beneath the surface, unnoticed by the world around her. Trust had been shattered too many times, leaving behind only the remnants of love she once gave so freely. The weight of solitude clung to her like a second skin, and each day she walked through life as though she were a ghost, watching the world pass by, yearning for something she couldn't quite reach. But when the night embraced her, when sleep whispered its soft lullaby, everything changed. In the silence of her dreams, something shifted-though her eyes could not see, her heart felt it. It was a presence, gentle yet unyielding, that made her believe, just for a moment, that there was more to life than the ache she carried. A presence that whispered in the stillness, as though it had always known her, waiting in the spaces where dreams met reality. In that sacred space, between waking and sleeping, Y/N began to feel the warmth of something new. It was not a dream, but something more-a promise, tender yet powerful, that whispered softly to her soul. "I can't promise you a perfect world, but in this moment, let me be the one who never lets you go." In The Dreamer's Embrace, Y/N begins a journey where the weight of silence starts to lift, revealing a connection she never expected-a love, not of fantasy, but something she's always longed for. Will she open her heart to this strange, beautiful presence, or will the weight of her past keep her trapped in the shadows?
Stripped of her memories and cast down to the mortal realm, Aphrodite, hidden in the mortal form (Rebecca), was forced to traverse a world she barely understood- an existence devoid of her memories of grandeur and divinity. Though she bore the title of the goddess of love, her heart was a blank canvas, untouched by the sweet experiences or painful longings that love entailed. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the earth, Freen stumbled through her ordinary existence, untouched by the knowledge of the divines. Life had dealt her a harsh hand; after losing her parents, she had been forced to learn the art of survival in a world that seemed relentlessly unforgiving. Alone and isolated, devoid of loving hands to guide her, Freen's heart yearned for the warmth of affection that had always eluded her. Would the paths of these two young women, so starkly contrasted in their origins and experiences, ever converge? And in the grand tapestry of existence, could there truly be fairness in love and war, of mortals and primordial gods?
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