Goddess Amelia Facesitting Novels & Stories

People were turning to stare, pointing, whispering to their friends about the nearly naked goddess who had just appeared like something out of a fantasy. When Amelia finally reached our circle of drama, she positioned herself so that she was facing Elara directly, completely unbothered by the fact that she was essentially nude in front of what had to be over a hundred people by now. "I asked what's wrong with her hair," Amelia repeated, her voice carrying a dangerous edge that I had never heard at the club. "Because from where I'm standing, she looks absolutely stunning. Her hair is gorgeous, unique, and frankly, more interesting than anything else I've seen at this party."

Amelia tilted her head, acting oblivious as she watched her step sister. "Do I need to help straighten that neck of yours that keeps meddling in people's business?" Alice said behind her. One thing about Amelia was she feared confrontations. Her obsession with her face and body makes her weary of her actions. She avoids shifting all in the name of not wanting wrinkles. And Alice knew just what to say to make her back off even though it wasn't a mere threat. Amelia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, do your thing as always wrestler. We are already on our way." She scoffed, gesturing towards her fellows to come along.

"If she does sit-ups on such a hot day, it's very likely that she'll faint on the spot." "One, two, three..." Catherine counted, and Amelia followed her rhythm, doing one sit-up after another. Although the speed was slow, her posture was standard. After completing the thirtieth sit-up, Catherine pulled Amelia up. Amelia was pleasantly surprised to find that, following Catherine's instructions on adjusting her breathing, she wasn't tired at all. Not only was she not tired, but she also didn't sweat much. Amelia excitedly took off her hat, displaying her face to everyone. "Look. I have hardly any sweat on my face!"

She was standing farther away than usual. Subtle. But deliberate. “You don’t have to stand that far,” he said. Amelia blinked slightly. “I’m fine here.” A quiet pause. Then— “Sit.” There was no room to refuse. She walked forward and sat down, keeping her posture straight, her expression neutral. Controlled. Alexander leaned back slightly, studying her. “You’re different today.” Amelia met his gaze. “I’m working.” “That didn’t stop you before.” She held his eyes for a second longer.

Daxel Ace “What have you done?!” Pollies, my keeper, exclaimed as she rushed toward our direction. Her wrinkled face was now full of worry and her aura was far from excited. She rushed, reaching her hand to touch Bellezza’s face when I stop her from doing so. “I forbid you to touch her,” I said with a final tone, keeping Bellezza’s body as close to my chest as possible, “we can no longer harm her in any more ways than we already have.”

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

The following morning,the four Ladies woke up later than usual. It was the weekend after all and only Miranda was known to work on Saturdays. Stacy would at times be forced by circumstances especially Incase of an emergency surgery. Ava was still lying in bed but her thoughts had drifted to that encounter last night. She felt disturbed by his smirking face.

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 61: The Closed Circuit The quiet in the town square was not peaceful. It was heavy. It was the physical weight of a thousand people collectively deciding that tomorrow did not matter. Sable went to her knees on the cobblestones. She did not fall gracefully. She simply stopped holding herself up. Cord went down with her, catching her shoulders, but Sable did not look at him. She looked at the cobblestones. "Why are we standing," Sable whispered.

“Excuse me?” “I said no. I’m not here to work. I’m here to see Alpha King Dante. He summoned me.” The woman looked me up and down, took in my travel-worn clothes, my white hair with red streaks, the exhaustion on my face. And laughed. “Right. And I’m the Moon Goddess herself. Listen, honey, I don’t know what delusions you’re suffering from, but the Alpha King doesn’t ‘summon’ people like you. Now either get to work or get out.”