Beautiful Goddess Novels & Stories

The neckline framed her collarbones like art, drawing my gaze there before I could even stop myself. The bodice was sculpted to perfection, cinching her waist and flowing down into a sea of silk and lace that trailed behind her like a living, breathing fairytale. She looked like something pulled from an old, forgotten dream. And God—her eyes. Captured in the mirror’s reflection, looking at herself… hesitant, unsure, unaware of the storm she’d just unleashed inside me. My thumb hovered over the screen, breath stuck somewhere between my ribs. I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

Bonita's POV As we stood in the room, we could not believe that the woman who was so beautiful appeared in front of us. We know it is the moon goddess, but she has different forms. Sometimes, she can look like an old lady, sometimes like a fairy, or sometimes like this beautiful woman with a gown full of stars and moons glowing in the night. Tonight, she looks lovely. I have never seen her look this attractive before. She looks at the two of us, and she smiles. She touches my belly, and I can feel the power of her love enduring my body.

“Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Ètienne Moreau, the Sin of Lust, beautè.” I knew it. I remained calm, allowing his lips to brush against my knuckles. “Beautè?!” A witchy laughter snatched our attention. I withdrew my hand, glancing over my shoulder. “The only beauty in this room is me!” the goddess snarled, her arms now wrapped across her own chest. I didn't notice Aleskander's absence. He had quietly walked over. “How can you call her beautiful, Ètienne? Look at those hideous marks on her cheeks and thighs,” the goddess continued.

"We only believed her because she mentioned things only Michelle would know—like the last conversation you all had. She told us exactly what she said before going to the human world." I scoffed. "So? And that's enough for you?" Kate frowned. "Micha… she's not just 'someone'. She's the creator of the Goldren race. A goddess. A princess of the Vampire Realm. Why would a person of such status lie about being Michelle? What would she gain?" She had a point. I hated that she had a point. "Maybe she just wants to use Michelle's identity to get close to us," I muttered. Zaki snorted. "And who exactly are we that a goddess needs to deceive us? Think, Micha. Don't let your unstable emotions make you

the Accident that made everyone as if that it's better that happened They're hiding something from her, a secret that she doesn't know even the slightest clue out of it Alicia Jade Olivera, 28-year old bachelorette who practically own the biggest Cosmetic Company in the whole wide world Every make up artists use her products because it's much more better than the others And every Bloggers use her products even if they promote other Cosmetic Products She's the most desired Lady in the whole Country of Australia- wait let's rephrase that, the whole Earth She looked at the mirror to see her perfect features, her perfect skin color and brown eyes that is paired with a small heart shape rosy lips

Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from. “Thank you, what’s your name?” “My apologies, I am Venus, my Goddess” she said and bowed with her hand over her heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Venus”. The next woman through the door was just as intimidating as Elaine. Tall, large and with very serious dark eyes. “My Goddess, I am Cleo. I offer you my loyalty, my servitude, and my life when you require it” she said firmly, her voice was rough and held a wildness to it.

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

Already almost losing consciousness, I heard a very quiet melodic voice that said: -Deya. The girl looked at the statue and froze: the white stone seemed to be melting, leaving living skin underneath. The white robe fluttered. Here the Goddess slowly raised her head, looked directly at the girl. Deja realized that she was very beautiful. Silvery eyes shone with light. Eyelashes and hair are whiter than snow and also slightly glow, like light, perfect skin. It seemed that it was all saturated with moonlight. The goddess sighed and smiled. All the darkness in the room was gone, gone, absorbed into the floor and walls, leaving only a glow. I haven't spoken to mortals in a long time.

"No! Mistress, please come back. Where are you? What happened?" "You pathetic pet of mine!" Suddenly, a crisp voice appeared behind me. "You think you already fooled them!" I turned around and saw her glaring red orbs. Her red and dark-colored gown was freely flowing. Its hem was dancing with the strong blow of the breeze. Her hair was tossed and turned by the gusty wind. She looked sophisticatedly beautiful, but I read the book about the gods and goddesses. They were all ethereal, but none of them could be compared to Diana, the moon goddess and creator of our kind.

The very monster who had done this to Clarissa. “...Selene,” I rasped, finally feeling as if I could breathe again. “Yes,” she answered simply, walking towards me slowly. She was the same as when I’d seen her last, making herself look as though she were elderly. But it was her eyes that gave her away. I could see that so clearly now. Those intelligent silver eyes that pierced me, accompanied by the strange atmosphere around her that I’d noted the last time we’d met. ...This was the Goddess my kind worshipped as ‘Mother’.