Futa Women Novels & Stories

I was just about to stick my head out to check on the situation outside the hut, when a very familiar voice crashed through my eardrums. "She's not at her house. I think she's still around," muttered a voice. "Are you really sure?" replied another voice. This was Black and Jaena's voice. There was no mistaking them. But, why are they here? Black and Jaena are in a different pack from me. Black and Jaena are from Eclipse Pack, and their territory is quite far from mine. Their pack is near the mountains of Forks City. I continued to listen to them while sitting curled up, taking a position to make my body look smaller and more camouflaged.

Also, Kellen and Liam had taken it upon themselves to teach me how to combat since I was the only female in the pack that couldn't use a fist or sword. I was better now in both, thanks to them. “But before then, I need to take care of what is going on with Gemma.” “Revelare!" I waved my hand over the slashes, and it all came together to form a name. “S-I-E-N-N-A.” I spelled it out. “That whore!” Callista grunted. “It's a good thing we will destroy her today.” Sparkles beamed. “I like the mention of Violence.” “You need another witch to be with you,” Maya said as she stepped into the room. “So, I'm in.”

asked Achmed with a confused face. Hearing this, Adelia was surprised and clenched her hands to her sides, she felt played and used by her own father who always complained about his gambling debts. “Adelia?” called Afgan's mother, breaking the woman's reverie. “Uh... yes, Madam.” “Well, why are you calling me Mrs. again?” Mrs. Futtaim smiled and patted Adelia's hand affectionately. “We wanted a grandchild, an heir for our family. Al-Futtaim family, stop working and focus on being a mother to the grandchild you are going to give birth to,” said Kanya, Afgan's mother in a soft, but firm voice.

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

The woman is Meili Wang, one of Fisya's old friends when they were still living in the same orphanage. Fisya doesn't know the woman's real name because at the orphanage people just call her Mei the beauty. The difference is, at that time Meili was adopted by a rich family, unlike Fisya, who lived in the orphanage and was eventually adopted as the daughter of the owner of the orphanage, Mrs. Medina, who has now passed away.

Fisa suddenly appeared beside us. She carried herself boldly, returning the haughty looks of the local ladies with equally proud, defiant gazes, making them turn away in outrage. Fisa was dressed in a stunning dark emerald gown that perfectly complemented her hair and features. “I wish I had your calm and confidence,” the brunette sighed, glancing around. “Girls, we are young and beautiful. Any one of the three of us is worthy of being a queen!” Fisa laughed, encouraging us. “And the others?” Vasmiya asked, confused.

Selena rebutted peevishly. “What do you understand!” Fiona replied. “First of all, this woman is ugly and fat, but she has a standard face and is fat in a cute way. We can consider her a chubby beauty! Second of all, all of you have never met her. I met her once when she was young. She was not fat and had a nice figure. Everybody said that she'll be a beauty when she grows up!”

Her name was Fitia, the goddess of beasts. Fitia was known for being a loving goddess, the maker of fates, and a doer of her words. She liked to be worshipped by sacrifices done on the day of the Aima fengari. Unlike the depiction of many, Fitia did not have lovers for she saw love as a thing that made one vulnerable, especially gods. To cover the space in her heart, she made her creations have a soul mate. A person they would be bonded to for life. “Great goddess, I have come to ask a favor.” A woman with auburn hair kneeled before the goddess, her head bowed.

She was fully awake and a glass of water was handed over to her. "Hi, welcome back," I said happily. She stares at me for a while before smiling. "Thank you. Who are you? You look familiar but I can't grab where I know you" She remarked. "I'm Cynthia De'Lacruz, I work for your mum Mrs Camilla." I introduced myself. "Oh-oh! Cynthia, it was nice to meet you. I'm Veronica Iniesta. Thank you for taking care of me,"she said. "Never mind, it was my responsibility to do so." I'm relieved to see you're fully awake. I'm sure you're starving by now."

“What is wrong with you? You can’t be in my shop talking like, like, like,” Famke stood on her tiptoes and made big eyes as she whispered in her boss’s ear, “a woman? She can’t be talking like a modern day, sex goddess of a woman. Sorry boss, but she is not the little girl you and your buddies think she is. She’s all woman. Jubi, let me hear you roar.” Jubi made a claw and roared playfully as Keshaun threw his hands up in the air and stormed back to the back room. The three women looked at each other and dissolved into giggles.