Fat Goddess Statue Novels & Stories

A massive bronze statue appeared in front of them. The statue stood nearly twenty meters tall. A massive bronze turtle sat below it, and a lifelike Scylla sat above it. That turtle was the black cooter, a mystical creature that also happened to be the god of the Iron family.

It's like you love me more than I love myself. I'm like a statue Stuck staring right at you. Got me frozen in my tracks. So amazed how you take me back Each and every time our love collapsed. Statue Stuck staring right at you. So when I'm lost for words Statue Every time I disappoint you, Baby, it's 'cause I can't believe, 'Cause you're my statue That you're so beautiful. (Girl, you are the reason) Stuck like a statue. (The reason for living)

The gorgeous woman continued to encourage the beer belly fat man beside. Unexpectedly, the fat man in beer belly was suddenly became gloomy, and no longer had the pet of the gorgeous woman. "Shut up! Who do you think you are? It's interesting to buy you hundreds of thousands of things! But, buying you a 36million worth of thing. Do you think I am your ATM?" The fat man with a beer belly whispered. He glanced at the Golden statue with white jade. "Besides, my money is in the project, so much cash cannot be obtained now!"

"Stay here, and don't go anywhere. I'll go get something and come back." Ethan said, as if he were a grown man giving advice to his three-year-old "Okay, I'm here, I'm not moving anywhere ." She said, Ethan smiled and then moved away from her while her attention was caught by a large statue, one of the statues of a beautiful woman, with a torch on her head and a tattoo of a wolf's head on her arm. Without realizing it, she approached the statue, looking at it with amazement. It was a beautifully carved statue. If she had been in the land of humans, they would have honored her greatly.

With my face burning, I jogged over to his side. A three-tiered fountain sat at the very center of the garden. The stone was both pale and smooth, set with a silver sheen that grew brighter as more moonlight hit its surface. At the top was a granite statue of a voluptuous woman. Thick, braided hair spilled down her full breasts, reaching her navel. Her arms were raised over her head as she cupped a silver orb that must’ve represented the moon. My wonder over the statue of Lunette was ended when I noticed the strange liquid spilling down the fountain’s tiers.

A common flaw became her strength. The young farmer girl looked up at her with her mouth agape, her eyes sparkling with amazement. The statue was bigger than any of the houses in the Capital. It was the tallest, almost as tall as a tower. She nears the statue’s foot and gently placed her daisy, praying for a prosperous life like the old shopkeeper advised.

The air changed. Colder. Denser. That pressure I recognized from the underground gallery beneath Gustavo’s mansion. Ancient energy. Sleeping power. Inside, the dome filtered light through dirty glass, casting a greenish half-light that made the place feel like an aquarium. And in one corner, atop a low pedestal, I saw something that stopped my heart. A small statue. About fifty centimeters tall. A woman with her hands pointing downward. The Moon Goddess. I recognized her instantly—identical to the one in Gustavo’s altar. Same pose. Same serene face. Same impossibly precise carving. But with one crucial difference: in Gustavo’s altar, her hands pointed upward.

She bucked beneath him, and for a moment, the stone beneath them groaned as if the earth itself were reacting to her fury. Suddenly the four statues around the fountain began to move, breaking free of the stone. “Capturing me will not be so easy,” Estrela said confidently. “Even the Gods could not stop me now.” Luz released Estrela, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. He did not look at her. He looked at the statues. They were massive, caved from sandstone. As they broke free of their pedestals, their surfaces cracked with the movement and the stone ground gnashed. Each one held a weapon– spears, shields, heavy maces– and their eyes were empty sockets that seemed to watch everything at

I walk to the three statues situated in the middle of the square, the goddess standing in the middle, a step higher, with her hands on the shoulders of the other two statues_our predecessors, Farak and Sofia facing each other, hands held. “Curious,” Ariana said. I didn't notice her creep beside me. “The goddess couldn't kill the demon so she made a mortal do her dirty work for her.” I turn to see a smile playing at her lips, no one dares such blasphemy. “She is a Celestial being Ari, and was graceful enough to empower a mortal, without Farak, we would never have existed.” “Sure, and then she turned him into a demon because the people forgot her and revered him.” Ariana scoffed.

“Let’s go boys.” They then left the table and went to the statue not too far from them. It was the statue of a cloaked figure. The front part of the statue showed the figure of a lady, with the relief of flowers adorning her shoulders. She was facing down with her eyes closed and both of her hands clasping together as if praying.