Goddess Gabriella Feet Novels & Stories

Checking the screen, I saw that it’s my Bestie, Gabriella calling. “Hey Freda, it’s gabby, she shouted! “ I know, I have your number you know right ? and please reduce your voice. It makes my ear hurt, she replied! Gabriella, known as gabby comes from a wealthy home. Their wealth comes from generation of old money as our course mate call it

Lorelei! Unlike how I had imagined her, she had a slender build but her face was taut and hard. I could see traces of scars on her exposed chest and shoulders due to the gown she was wearing. The aura around her was menacing, her eyes were sharp as they stared at me like they just found a new prey. She exceeded my expectations. "Gabriella?" She called, taking in my features and smiling when she finished "I've been waiting to meet you" "Likewise" I said.

The ground quaked beneath the sheer intensity of her power, cracks racing through the earth like lightning. Soldiers and allies, caught in the brilliance, shielded their eyes, awe and terror mingling on their faces. The air vibrated with energy, heavy and electric, carrying the echoes of her roar far across the valley. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jaiyana’s power was fully hers—untamed, raw, and impossible to ignore. Even Maximus faltered for a fraction of a second, the sinister confidence in his eyes flickering as he felt the force of the goddess he had tried to contain.

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.

My palms slicked with sweat. A breath. Too close. At the foot of the bed now. My skin prickled. Don’t move. A whisper of cloth. Bare feet? Then a whisper. Real. Soft. Female. “You took him from me.” My eyes flew open. Gabrielle stood at the edge of the bed, a kitchen knife in one hand, her blond hair falling in damp waves around her face. Her expression was wrong. Blank. Empty. Like she’d already made peace with what she came to do.

The second we passed through the first archway, Gabby’s voice finally rang out. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” I nearly collapsed from relief. I followed the sound and found her near the last bed of white roses, both little hands planted on her hips, sunglasses crooked on her nose, crown still on her head, her face full of royal fury. Alone. I reached her and immediately crouched, both hands gripping her shoulders. “Gabriella Lucia Garcia.” She knew instantly. Not from the volume of my voice. From the full name. Her gray eyes widened.

The rest of Gabriella's words trailed off James's ears when he sighted her at the entrance, looking completely nervous and isolated, her shoes tapping the floor continuously; her gaze glued to her phone. She was dressed in a classy body con dress, a gold pendant almost disappearing into her cleavages peeking from the skintight dress. The dress stopped at her knee, the fabric circled with a flower design. Her feet were graced in a pair of stiletto heels and jewelry adorned the necessary parts of her body. It appeared as though the outfit was specifically created for her, for her kind of features.

Zarseti chastises. “What? I’m sorry; I’m the Goddess of Light, not the Goddess of Patience,” Gabriella huffs, folding her arms over her chest. I open my palm, summoning forth a ball of black energy, but it quickly begins to flicker out like a broken lightbulb. I clench my hand, aggravation growing only to be stomped down by the crushing fatigue taking over my body.

Or an angry mob that she had said bad things to in the past attacked her. The sound of a car pulling in made me look up from my phone. It was her. Gabrielle. She got down from her car like the queen that she is. Her head held high, shoulder up, nose flaring, eyes on me, and a straight face. I couldn't help but admire how gorgeous she looked. She wore a tight backless gown, a raven wedge. She wasn't looking down at her legs but she knew the right steps to take. She looked like a big movie star.

Gabriel: Fuck. I can't get that image out of my head. Grayson in that little red dress. Her beautiful, long, tanned legs, her flat, toned stomach, basically everything about her sexy body... Fuck... I can't control the dirty thoughts I'm having. The desire, the urge, the craving...