Fat Goddess Statue Novels & Stories

I asked pointing at the gigantic statue that stood in the middle of the yard just before the big hall. "Don't point!" Asher yelled. His already angry face became angrier if that was even possible. I arched an eyebrow at him. I did not like his tone. If he saw my face, he decided to ignore the expression there. Instead, he bowed to the statue and said, "That's our great moon goddess. We must bow to this statue anytime we pass by." I puckered my lips and nodded. I had read about how the Southerners worshipped the moon goddess but one thing I did not expect was that they would put up her statue in every nook and cranny of the palace.

— She is the goddess of fertility, will help you have the baby. — Thank you, Leo. - I say, looking down on the statue. I can’t believe a statue wouldn’t make me have a baby. I put the statue in its original place under the surprised look of my friend, then smile and explain. — But I do not believe in superstitions. — Take it as a gift from me.- says Leonor, who turns and begins the tradition of negotiating the price with the Senegalese trader. After a long time, she finally smiles at me and hands me the statue.— After all, you never know.

immense and so they flew over the place Upon entering the temple, there were several sculptures and pillars and immense ancient rocks in crystal, those that were an immense altar and several rocks and a spectral glow and rocks and a ruby at the top of the hands of a statue and of an immense rock a statue body image of a slender woman. Being the most beautiful as beautiful as Venus de Milo, they were of long legs and slender arms and a perfect thin and dimpled face and the beautiful lady with emerald eyes with long straight hair that went to the floor with long red hair, in which she dressed. short with lace. In which only with the imitation of silk and which covered only the belly before the

CORA “What do you think of my dress, Claire? It's beautiful, isn't it?” I looked into the mirror at the dress shop and turned. Yes, I'm more filled up than most. They call me fat around here even as the Luna of the pack and my mate Daniel had been distant, but I could turn things around. Today's our anniversary, and he'd like the effort I put in, right? I called my sister Claire to accompany me to get the perfect dress for my sixth anniversary with my mate.

Then, it’s my turn. No servants rush to me,my gift is in my purse. I pull it out swiftly. “Luna Chelsea, you are a dear friend. Two things I admire most about you are your love for nature, especially the oak tree,and your faith in our goddess.” I hold up my offering. “I sculpted this by hand from the wood of the oak tree you always sit under,a statue of our goddess.” Luna Chelsea lets out a delighted squeal, immediately rushing toward me and pulling me into a tight hug.

"You know the risks. The consequences. The ban on deities entering the mortal realm..." The Moon Goddess regards me with a serene expression, her eyes reflecting the wisdom of countless ages. "I understand your worry, Natalie," she says softly, her voice carrying a weight that seems to echo through the very air of the room. "But I am tired of hiding. Of paying for my mistakes! I have been paying for eons and I am tired. I made one mistake, it is time to stop hiding now.”

Could he really give me protection? A bell rang throughout the hall, startling us from our intense conversation, but it was just a play beginning. A statue was erected at the center. About five people who had their bodies painted in white and their faces covered by a mask, surrounded the statue. I looked up at the exquisite art. It was a beautiful woman, depicted to have flowy white hair, her eyes were kind and wise and a golden crown sat atop her head. “Blessed moon goddess.” Kain whispered next to me, his eyes also glued to the statue, just like everyone else’s, like something kept them entranced.

The demons are obviously a wealthy nation. “Are those actual gemstones?” I asked, looking at all the statues and each statue has gemstones designed on it. But my favorite statue is the one of Asher, standing in the center of the palace with Zira beside him in a smaller statue. They drew their faces with every little detail, their wings and body built to perfection. They must have spent time on this, and it just made me wonder how fast they did this. Well, they are supernatural, so they have strength.

The staircase is pretty short, so we make it up in no time. I gasp as I come face to face with what’s on the other side of the doorway. The statue is so unfathomably large that I wonder if I am imagining it, or if I am overestimating its proportions. Its shadow falls over us, heightened by the thousands of candles stuck to brass candelabras that light up the temple’s interior. The statue is made of marble, like the whole temple itself, and it’s a woman who looks ethereal. Even her dress is carved in stone, and I marvel at how natural the wrinkles, seams, and folds of the dress seem, and how expressive the statue’s face, with the slightly quirked lips that give the feeling she’s smiling, the

Maybe that explained why I wanted to strangle Dave at least five times a day. But there was one ridiculous article that made me laugh: apparently, some old superstition claimed that if a pregnant woman hated the father too much, the baby would end up looking exactly like him. I immediately decided I wasn't taking any chances. I did not want two miniature Daves running around my house. Dave drove ridiculously slowly on the way to the hospital, claiming that this was another "precaution." I gripped the seat and stared at him with increasing irritation as he drove as though we were transporting priceless glass through an earthquake zone.