Giantess Novels & Stories

Then, suddenly, as one, they all jumped to their feet, roaring her name. The judge, outraged, leapt to his feet. “BRING IN THE GIANT!” he yelled. Before Caitlin could catch her breath, another side compartment opened, and in rushed a massive giant. The crowd roared. Caitlin’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. She had never seen a monster like this. This creature was at least one hundred feet tall, and, like a Cyclops, had just one eye, in the center of its head. She didn’t imagine that such things even walked the earth, and she could see its muscles rippling out in every direction.

"Arriving at No. 3! A guy with a golden ratio face, like a glass mask. But even the perfection of his face couldn’t eclipse the 98.7% success rate for his Airburst field mission. The sweet-faced knight, alias: Zamonte!" A gent with an aquiline nose, curly hair, and a weighted tank top was doing the side-plank, waving his hand and flirting with the cameramen and live audience. "A beauty with a fierceness that even monsters have to succumb to. The one that put an end to Rime Slayer, a Queen-level dangerous serial killer, on her own. No. 2, Demon Princess, alias: Gabrielle!" A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

You would mistake her for a pro in doing such tasks. She was,it's not her first time to do that but it was the first time she did it to someone else. She was a cross dresser earlier so she was conversant with men's wear. Justin felt her unclick his belt but the Sweet taste of her mouth and intoxicating scent of jasmine mixed with lavender had already knocked him senseless. He was there,but subconsciously, everything had already been plugged into utter bliss,that including his sanity. In no time, his trousers were sent lying on the floor and her dress followed, she had practically ripped it apart,her heart not bleeding over the price of it. At this moment, eating this man, possessing him and

I raised my head slowly and gaped, my hand flew to my mouth to stifle an involuntary shriek. “Is it me?” A gorgeous girl wearing a knee-length topless green gown with front drape, was what stared back at me. I was gobsmacked by my new hair color and bold makeup. My screams panicked Lisa and company, they went out and sent Hayden instead. “Oh, my goodness! Who is this hot babe?” He chuckled, showed me a thumbs up sign to calm me down. His unique praising style was one of its own. “I can see why the Moon Goddess is famous among immortals. SHE loves to create masterpieces!

I ended the call before he could finish that sentence. The scent of Ethiopian coffee and butter croissants greeted us when we arrived at the private lounge of Glow Jewelry. Hugo pulled out a chair for me, whispering, “I just want to make sure your finger is happy before the night comes.” Across from us, Madame Valeria Glow—a refined woman with silver hair and an ivory-white suit—opened a purple velvet box. Three ring designs were displayed: a pale blue oval sapphire flanked by baguette diamonds, a light yellow marquise set in rose gold, and lastly, a large colorless brilliant cut surrounded by a halo as delicate as morning dew.

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 was laughing. I risked a look around the charred edge of the cabinet, my eyes stinging from the toxic blue smoke. The giantess stood dead center in the inferno, the blue flames licking at her silver-white hair as if the fire were nothing more than a cooling summer breeze. She looked more alive in the destruction than she had in the stillness, her golden eyes glowing with a manic, predatory brilliance that seemed to drink in the chaos.

Then: "That's not a mountain." Everyone looked again. Carefully. Then they saw it. The truth. The Third Crown revealed it instantly. The "mountain" wasn't stone. Wasn't earth. Wasn't rock. It was a giant. An actual giant. A dead giant. Miles tall. Frozen in place. Its body had become part of the landscape. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava stared. Then: "I hate this world." Honestly? Fair. Very fair.

She turned to look. Far off in the sky, the Pale Warrior was diving straight toward them at terrifying speed. Greta gritted her teeth and ripped off her own seatbelt. [Mysticism: Strength Enhancement] A burst of cracking bones followed. Greta's height surged from roughly two meters to nearly four, in an instant. She bent down and, with surprising gentleness, scooped up the now rigid, puppet-like Desmond in a textbook-perfect princess carry. A four-meter-tall, hulking, muscle-bound giantess, cradling a delicate, bespectacled man barely six feet tall. However you looked at it, the image was deeply absurd.