How Not To Be A Goddess Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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Cheiron had been about to lift me onto his back when Mira had struck his head with a spell, and it was a blow mighty enough to knock him out cold.

You know what happened after that, but what we'll never know was what Mira exactly planned to do with me or the SR-41.

All the secrets Mira kept, everything that we hoped to persuade her into revealing—-

All of it was gone.

Permanently.

Irrecovably.

Because last night, Mira had drowned herself in the waters of Lethe, and as with all objects and creatures that drowned in the river of forgetfulness...

There was no way to rescue her...lest you wanted to risk forgetting yourself as well.

Chapter Thirteen

My days of Big M were over. It had been so since last week, and Hadrian and I had been celebrating it the way I had always dreamed of.

A moan escaped me as Hadrian thrust inside of me.

He made me feel so, so full.

And good.

Just so impossibly good.

And now...just like it always had been...

Another moan slipped past my lips as Hadrian pulled almost all the way out—-

Perfect.

My husband of two days thrust back inside of me just as I started to cum.

Perfect.

I threw my arms around his neck.

Perfect.

His hips moved furiously, his thrusts becoming wilder and more savage, and then he, too, was cumming with a growl.

Perfect.

Our bodies rocked and slammed against each other on the cold, tiled floor, our orgasm lasting so long that by the time his load was completely spent, I was deliciously limp with exhaustion, and all I could do was gaze up at him...

With or without menopause, my thoughts about Hadrian still hadn't changed.

My husband was so, so hot, and I was so unbelievably lucky—-

I saw his lips twitch, and I was immediately entranced...and distracted.

"You're looking at me that way again," he murmured knowingly.

"Do you have a problem with it?" I asked coyly.

"Not as long as you're always ready to face the consequence..." He lifted me up into his arms as he rose to his feet, and I absently cast a glance at our surroundings. This was the en-suite of Guest Bedroom #11 on the third floor, and with this, we had officially made love in every room (en-suites counted separately, natch) in the south wing of Hadrian's manor.

Hadrian helped me put my nightgown back on but didn't bother dressing himself.

Huh.

Instead, he took my hand and led me to the balcony.

As always, the skies were a blazing shade of orange, and under it were the mesmerizing rainbow swirls of the Underworld's secret river. It was crazy, how peaceful and serene I felt, even though Hadrian and I lived in a place that was otherwise known as Hell.

His arms wrapped around me from behind, and I found myself trapped between the balcony's waist-high walls and the powerful hardness of my husband's form.

"Hermes sent an invitation..."

"Nuh-uh." I couldn't help but giggle. "That's not how you pronounce it."

"Nuh-uh," Hadrian retorted mockingly in the same tone. "That's exactly how to pronounce it—-"

"No, it's not—-"

"When you're talking about a certain Greek god."

"Err...oops?"

Hades laughed.

"Please don't ever tell Gaea—-"

Too late.

I looked down, and there Gaea was, "half-dressed" in Gorgon flesh, which basically meant she still looked like herself - her original self - except for the fact that she also had snakes for hair and eyes that she had to cover with sunglasses.

"Good morning, Granny."

The earth goddess' smile turned into a scowl.

I am not your granny!

She was seated rather elegantly on a couch, her slender limbs made more slender by the gauzy wisps of her empress-styled gown. Around her were a couple of skeletal subjects: one stood next to a tray of champagne, another looked after a tray of fruits, while a third was busy sketching her portrait.

Have you told her yet?

Gaea's imperious tone made me curious. She only sounded like that when she felt rather embarrassed. Cute, right? But I'd never ever tell her that, natch.

"What's Granny talking about?" I asked Hadrian.

Oh, for the love of myself!

I couldn't help laughing. The correct expression was actually 'for the love of Gaea', but since she was Gaea...

"You are sooooo vain, Granny!"

Better vain than sssstupid—-

"Well, better stupid than—-" Hadrian coughed, and since it wasn't like him to stop us from having our usual fun, I stopped speaking and looked at him in askance.

"Before you start your usual word war," Hadrian murmured, "I think you should know that Gaea has kindly agreed to attend your coronation as the new Lady of the Underworld."

I waited for the punchline.

"No, my love. It's not a joke."

"But you said Gaea hasn't attended a public gathering in millennia."

"I did."

"There's a catch, right?"

"No."

I turned myself into a ghost so I could float down to where the earth goddess was. "You don't really have to, you know. I mean, I never expected to—-"

Gaea's tongue snapped out, but it only went through my ghostly form.


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