Goddess Alessa Feet Novels & Stories

I don't know how I'm going to get through this dinner without wanting to kill that bastard. I was brought back when I heard heels clicking. Looking up, I forgot how to breathe when I saw Alessia walking down the stairs. She's wearing a black strapless dress that reaches her mid-thigh, her hair in a stylish bun, and black heels. She looks breathtaking. "Stop thinking like that! "Women are all the same!" my subconscious reminded me. I quickly wiped my eyes. "Let's go," Alessia said as soon as she reached me. I nodded and walked out, with her following me. "What a fucking gentleman," I heard her say, and the guys chuckled.

Their faces lifted and sighed in relief. "Waah, sorry, Luna! Because we're not used to interacting with a goddess!" they said in unison, which made me laugh. "Hey, what's going on?" Alesia said, eyebrows knitted together. Oh, I forgot to tell her. "Well, Princess Alesia, Luna over there didn't tell us that she is a newly proclaimed Goddess of Creation and Universe!" Ereia said proudly while looking at me with admiration. Alesia's eyes widened at what Ereia said.

I was about to say something to Dominic when Alessia walked out. She looked absolutely stunning. Her long fire-red hair now flaunted layers that highlighted her blue eyes and framed her beautiful face. Her makeup was light and natural, her nails were manicured, and her skin was smooth and glowing. Alessia was glowing with happiness, and she had an air of confidence and grace that made me even more in awe of her. "You look amazing," I said as I approached her. "Thank you," Alessia whispered. Taking her hand, we thanked everyone and walked outside, Dominic and Sara following behind. As we walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

Alessio Holy. Fucking. Shit. I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy. Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell. Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.

They washed her hair with loathsome hands that struggled to pry through her curls, lips turned downwards in disdain at the lack of bright luster or onyx darkness, the lack of straight silkiness that would give way to combs like soft sand slipping between fingers. Alessia’s skin felt raw and violated when it was all over. Steam rose from her bare shoulders, the undertone of her complexion was slightly ruddy, her feet and hands pruned from being submerged in the water for far too long. The undergarments slid over her skin easily, the white silken dress flowing over her body and stopping just short of her scarred knees. They masked whatever scars they could with blemish cream, and powdered her

“Do you know who he is working for?” “Yes, he works for me. He is one of the library attendants. What is the meaning of this questioning?” ‘Ask the goddess if we can believe him baby.’ ‘Goddess, please we need help.’ ‘Yes, my child. I don’t have very long today.’ ‘That’s okay. I need to know if Alpha Tyler can be trusted against Hades.’ ‘Yes, he has been a great ally to the gods. He will be loyal to the end. He is also goddess gifted child.’

The kind that haunts. As the last of the pack members dispersed, heading back to the warmth of their homes, Alessia remained in the clearing, the rain plastering her hair to her face. She tilted her head back, letting the cool drops wash over her skin, washing away the scent of lies and pretense. For the first time in a long time, she felt something other than the dull, persistent ache. It was a flicker of something else, something sharp and dangerous. It was the whisper of freedom.

"That is the other reason I was sent. To be his guide, and stand with him, to offer my life if need be, to help protect him. Confessors spend their life traveling the lands. I have been almost everywhere in the Midlands. A Confessor is trained from birth to serve and control her powers. She has to be, because she never knows where she will be called. If we were easy to kill, Zaria would not need to send witches after me at the woods to get the job done. And many of them have died in the doing. I can help protect the Alpha; if need be, with my own life." "Why have you not told him what you are, that you are a Confessor and that where sent by the moon moon goddess?" There was a hard edge to hi

And today, he caught sight of the lady, and it was no other person but Emily. “Goddess”, he muttered under his breath when he recalled that he had called her that in the dream. He felt a tingling sensation in his body, one that made him get anxious and, at the same time, nervous. “What are you doing to me, Emily?” He asked himself calmly.

"You knew?" "This is my first time too, being this intimate with someone," I assuring her. "That's almost impossible," she deadpanned. "And why is that?" She waved her hand in front of me, up and down. "You are ... perfect," she mumbled with blush on her face. I chuckled. 'I'm not, I just have the alpha genes, just like you.' "Are you being serious?" she asked and I nod my head. "Oh, come on. You are so handsome, tall, have a gorgeous body, that sexy voice, and smart too."