Giantess Novels & Stories

Flash after flash illuminated the room as we posed with other attendees, soaking in the limelight and reveling in the moment. Amidst the crowd, Aunt Serene, beckoned me over. Her elegant gown shimmered in shades of emerald green, reflecting her timeless grace. She introduced me to several famous brand ambassadors, their names whispered in awe: Jacob Barnes, the iconic face of luxury watches; Isabella Martinez, renowned for her ethereal beauty and grace; and James Sullivan, a charismatic influencer with a magnetic smile.

Oshmin remarks. “I hate green,” I sulk, my lip trembling like a petulant child. That being said, didn’t he and Zarseti used to be taller? “You’re a Goddess now, Gabriella. You have all of the celestial magic and energy of the Goddess of Light, which is why you look the way you do. The hair, the eyes, the height. It will take some getting used to,” Zarseti says, rubbing my back comfortingly. My eyes? My height?

Freya’s body locked up and her cry of shock barely made it out of her throat. He wouldn’t die, she reminded herself as the mother giant forced her face towards her, determined to feed her her breast. She had found herself a pretty good camouflage but she simply refused to take Giant-breast milk. She had no more weapon on her of course and was ready to spring out of her swaddles and blow her cover when the mother-giant paused and all of the giants grew silent. Freya looked to find Adrian in the middle of the fire, his legs folded under him as the fires raged.

The woman had big wavy curls and wore a white mini-skirt. She was beautiful, especially those large eyes that seemed designed to entice with every glance. Felix asked, "Do I know you?" She propped her legs up on the table without crossing them, just laying them flat. She was wearing a mini-skirt, and Felix was sitting directly across from her. From this angle, she was showing off everything possible, but she did not seem to care at all. "You can call me Bonnie Wildmare. I'm also one of the Ancient Sage's Eight Guardians."

“ Hey, Maeve! You look so good! I missed you.” “ I missed you so much! “ Maeve cheered, then her gaze rested on me. “Hi Aunt Esther!” “ Hi Maya, what are you doing here?” Before Maeve could answer, Gianna stepped into view. She still looked as scary as ever, wearing heavy makeup that made her look like the queen of the coast, Emily secretly called her a witch when she was younger, and I didn’t blame her, Gianna scared everyone. She was the opposite of Robert, he was cool and calm while she was fiery and sharp-mouthed. The only thing that changed about her was her hairstyle, her hair was now short and tinted in a blonde collie, and she desperately wanted to look young forever

I heard Erin say as she suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leaned on the locker next to me with her arms crossed. Erin is my friend, and she was not just any woman but a beautiful and radiant transwoman whose captivating charm surpassed even that of the famous Jessica Cross. Erin possessed a grace that mesmerized those around her and a femininity that was truly awe-inspiring. With her luscious brunette hair flowing smoothly down her back and her enchanting gray eyes that shimmered like moonlit skies, she effortlessly captivated the hearts of all who set their gaze upon her. Erin hailed from a proud Latin heritage, with roots that added an extra touch of exotic enchantment to her already ca

The entire settlement had been here so long that the boundary between intentional construction and natural geology had blurred into irrelevance. A stone giant waited at the settlement's edge. She was perhaps fifteen feet tall, her skin the gray-brown of weathered granite, her eyes like chips of obsidian. When she moved, it was with the slow deliberation of continental drift. "Selene Thorne," the giant said, her voice deep enough to feel in the chest. "The woman who built institutions in decades that will crumble in centuries. Welcome to Stonehold, where we build nothing and everything endures."

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall. I stopped in front of James, lips curved slightly as I raised my glass toward him. “Don Hill, long time no see.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly across the entire banquet hall. “Gerald Family from North Atlantis has come to visit.” “P-Pia?” James’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He reached out a hand toward me, as if trying to touch me and make sure I was real. However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand.

Her joy was infectious, even more so than my own excitement. “Alright then,” I said with a chuckle, unable to resist her enthusiasm. Mom gestured toward the two women standing near the vanity, their resemblance uncanny. “This is Victory, your hairstylist, and Valerie, your makeup artist.” I tilted my head, studying them. “Are you two…?” Victory caught the curiosity in my eyes and smiled. “We’re twins.” “That’s awesome!” I exclaimed, grinning. I’d always been fascinated by twins, secretly hoping the Moon Goddess might bless me with a pair of my own one day.