Glucose Goddess Novels & Stories

My children looked at me with raised brows, even Hilda who just entered. ‘Oops.’ ‘Way to go, Kat!’ Melora exclaimed. “I’ll take care of the pancakes,” Carissa said, rushing out of the room. That b*tch just abandoned me. “Mummy, what’s a goddess?” Aurora asked, walking up to me. “It’s a female God. Isn’t it mummy?” Hilda said, getting a glare from Dash. “You always know everything, Hilda.” Hilda frowned, pursing her lips. “No, I don’t!”

This shop was one of the fastest shop as it was run by an entire family, whom I believe were somewhat grateful to Mayada because in just lest then 5 minutes our heavenly smelling food was served to our table along with and additional plate of small sweet berry blocks which are made of jaggery syrup and fresh berries. Mayada thanked male owner of that shop for his kindness and we all started digging in, I finished half of my special pork bone soup and few chunks of baked beef and carrots, I instantly feel content when warn delicious food made its way in my stomach, it was then I recalled our reason to visit here.. “So.. who is Goddess Cynthia?” I questioned Mayada who was eating chicken fitte

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

I was happy. Allorah came into our lives like a ray of sunshine. Her body, even though was fragile, she would do her best and get better. All the tests I ran on her brought me to a simple answer. Not human. Allorah was a goddess, a being who shouldn’t exist. Her mere existence here could put hundreds in danger. Starting from us. But my mother, my brother, my coworkers, everyone including me started liking her. She was innocent.

So it had become second nature for him to kiss the back of a girl's hand as a basic form of courtesy. Staring at the girl who currently had her eyes away from him, he noticed the red hue on her skin present on her neck, ears and cheeks. He wasn't lying when he said she was pretty. She had a pair of crescent moon eyebrows currently looking down on black velvety eyelashes. Her midnight black hair was tied into a bun with its tip resting on her shoulders with the baby hairs stuck to her glossy skin, probably from the run she . The feature that he really liked about her however were her quartz coloured eyes, he hadn't seen anything like it before. They were gray and translucent, contrasting her

Sienna glanced at him sideways with a slight hint of arrogance in her eyes. She snorted softly and said, “I won’t get drunk!” Back then, she held the title as the first Goddess of War in the capital city. What had she not seen or experienced before? What kind of wine banquet had she not participated in? No matter how much she drank, she was still sober; she had never been drunk. It was just like how she suspected that Matty was here to get them drunk, and why she had decided to walk into his trap anyway. This was because she had self-confidence and courage that she would never get drunk!

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

"We only believed her because she mentioned things only Michelle would know—like the last conversation you all had. She told us exactly what she said before going to the human world." I scoffed. "So? And that's enough for you?" Kate frowned. "Micha… she's not just 'someone'. She's the creator of the Goldren race. A goddess. A princess of the Vampire Realm. Why would a person of such status lie about being Michelle? What would she gain?" She had a point. I hated that she had a point. "Maybe she just wants to use Michelle's identity to get close to us," I muttered. Zaki snorted. "And who exactly are we that a goddess needs to deceive us? Think, Micha. Don't let your unstable emotions make you

Gunner stood and waited by his chair. “Goddess” Elaine nodded and stepped further into the room to allow the women behind her to follow. “My Goddess” the blonde woman bowed low, “I am Phoebe. I offer you my loyalty, from now until my last moon”. “Thank you, Phoebe, and thank you for coming. Please take a seat” I said, motioning to the empty chairs at the table. “My Goddess. It is an honour to meet you, I too offer my loyalty” the next woman spoke. She was tall, slim, and quite striking to look at. Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from.

Dorothy’s voice rings out from the kitchen, the faint clatter of pots punctuating her indignation. “Wasn’t saying it for you not to hear, Mom,” Ravenna sing-songs, her grin widening. She turns back to me, undeterred. “Seriously, Dad, what did you see in that woman? The only thing she knows how to do is burn down our kitchen.” The air fills with the faint scent of charred something—bread, maybe? Whatever it is, she’s not wrong. I grin, leaning forward. “Unfortunately, I can’t ask the Moon Goddess for a refund. I’m stuck with her for the rest of my life because the goddess made her just for me. I mean, why else would she have melons the size of my head?”