Big Booty Puerto Rican Goddess Novels & Stories

She tries explaining but is cut off by another question from Kendrick through grited teeth. "Can you tell me, why she hasn't answered us?, the villagers and i pray every morning to her, but yet, it seems we waste our time." "It's not like you are being forsaken!." Myra glares at him, she battles her own tears and tries to hide her anger. She is aware of the consequences if she lets her anger out. Kendrick stares at her in disgust. "Where was the moon goddess, when Zaria took over?" His rage is visible, it is like a boiling furnace. "Where was she when my parents, little sister and brother where taken in as slaves?"

a woman wearing a black cloak said as she shivered under the gaze of the red-headed woman. The red-headed woman or High Priestess smirked at her. She gulped as her eyes forced her to look at her. She was wearing a green full-length back-less dress that have white pearls that made her shine like a moon in the night. With every step she took forward, her milky white legs exposed to her eyes from the slits of her dress. Her huge breasts jiggled freely as she took a step ahead. Her thin waist was exposed to others, her big ass made a man desire her. She could be said as a sex goddess.

In short, she was the ultimate money maker for the company. She did not need BC Models. The agency needed her. Besides, Ysabella or Belle, as what she was affectionately called, belonged to a rich clan in the northern Philippines. Her family owned several businesses in Ilocos and even in metropolitan Manila. Her father owned tracts of land in various provinces which had been turned into cosmopolitan subdivisions. Her mother, who was a former model herself in the 1970s and 1980s, also belonged to an affluent family.

I messaged it to know who the hell she was. “Yeah! I’m so handsome in that. As always.” He sent it with a wink emoji. I rolled my eyes looking at his reply. I texted “The girl beside you is dominating you. You wouldn’t even get noticed beside her.” “What? You must be kidding.” – Harry. “No. I’m not. Who is she? Your girlfriend?” I texted. “Oh Stella! I have a princess as my girlfriend. Why would I go for other girls?” – Harry.

I chuckled awkwardly and sat on the other side of the large couch, pulling Alyse to sit close beside me. “Astéri and I were speaking about our travel plans” Elaine spoke, capturing my attention away from Astéri. “Oh, and what have you come up with?” I asked, taking the bait. “We didn’t get too far into it, we were waiting for you to rise” Astéri cut in. “We’re here now, so let’s get to it” I said leaning back into the soft leather. “The Triple Goddess is on Cape Breton Island. She and her Mate took the positions of Alpha and Luna before the hunters attacked” Astéri began.

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.

She had it all in and she felt like she couldn’t move a single limb on her body,she was completely paralyzed by it. “Skip what are you waiting for!” The lady gasped hotly, she couldn't see anything but darkness. She moved her hip slowly up it was like the length was up to her womb, then going back down was like crashing a trailer into a tiny hole. As a top model, beauty queen. She had been with many men of very big sizes but well there's a reason why he is Antonio Montero. This monster! “You are barely moving!” His voice came again, angrier and furious.

God. His body was… Jesus, what the hell was the word for it? Hard and large, toned and muscular. Perfect, just damn perfect. There was a line of golden hair that ran down the middle of that sculpted torso, over his belly button, down into his jeans. Gabi wanted to lick him all over, follow that line with her tongue, go deeper and darker. She wanted that body covering hers, she wanted that body inside hers. She wanted that body to be all hers – hers to touch and taste and take.

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

The ground quaked beneath the sheer intensity of her power, cracks racing through the earth like lightning. Soldiers and allies, caught in the brilliance, shielded their eyes, awe and terror mingling on their faces. The air vibrated with energy, heavy and electric, carrying the echoes of her roar far across the valley. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jaiyana’s power was fully hers—untamed, raw, and impossible to ignore. Even Maximus faltered for a fraction of a second, the sinister confidence in his eyes flickering as he felt the force of the goddess he had tried to contain.