Goddess Gabriella Feet Novels & Stories

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?

"Come off it mum. That would be a disgrace to the Saturn's territory, saranta's valley in particular. The crown prince Bethuliami went to earth alone and made his accomplices, why can't I? Or are you indirectly saying that Alvandia's stronger than us? " "No, dear, not at all, seems you have a very good point. Your wish is granted. You'd go alone to get the goddess. But if worst comes to worst, I'd send for help." "Mother, thank you." Damatris was cleansed and purified, her powers were tripled. The feminotes all donated a piece of their coral beads to her for protection. "Mothers! Mother Hudrab, Mother Gustav, Mother Nehelity and Mother Fredugu. The awaited day has arrived, our goddess will s

Jackpot. Her eyes flicked back to the mirror, lips curving into a grin. “Gabriella Halim, welcome to your new life.” --- Her stomach growled. Without a second thought, Gabby slid off the bed, slipped her feet into the fluffy house slippers, and walked out of the room. She had no intention of changing clothes. As soon as the door opened, the sounds of a busy morning hit her—laughter, the clinking of plates, footsteps on polished floors.

The academy walls were meant to be her refuge, but overshadowed with Ariana' s tricks and attacks every day. She secretly left the dorm slipping back to the ruined temple that had haunted her dreams. The inside smelled of ash and old stone. Elara closed her eyes as she walked in, willing the goddess to speak. Visions answered. Fire spread across her hands, racing down her arms. The flames leapt to Robert, devouring him whole. His scream tore through her mind as his face turned to ash. She cried out, collapsing against the altar. “No,” she whispered. “Not him. Not anyone.”

You step out of it, standing in only bra, panties, and the brown four-inch Louboutins. Gabriel’s gaze drags over your skin. When you reach behind to unhook the bra, he lifts one finger. “Do it slowly, Lila. We’re not in a hurry now, are we?” You shake your head in response to his question, and he commends you with another lazy smile as his eyes fix on your breasts. Your nipples turn into pebbles under his intense stare. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, then pause. You look at him and wait for his approval.

Delilah revealed, causing our eyes to widen in astonishment. "I had no idea," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Delilah pressed on, her voice filled with urgency. "She doesn't know it, but the goddess has become one with her. Gabriella possesses the ability to hear things—people's thoughts and their opinions—even before they are spoken." I shook my head in disbelief. "What? I can't hear all these things the way you're saying," I protested, my mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what Delilah was revealing.

“Kiara is our best hand-to-hand combater she is also skilled with guns and knives, and she has a bit of an attitude” he says with a wink at me. “Hey that’s not nice dipshit” she says with a huff and sits back down. “Next is Gabriella, we just call her Gabi, she knows almost every plant and how to use them for our benefit, she is part witch so don’t underestimate her, she is one hell of a good fighter. She will be helping you with your witch side” She is a tall brunette bit more on the feminine side, she has deep chocolate brown eyes and dimples, and she looks a bit shy but very friendly. She greets me with a smile and I can just see we will be getting along.

"How did you know th— I mean, what are you talking about? I’m not attracted to anyone. I—I'm not—" "Sugar, I do voodoo shit. I own a tent at a carnival with a table, a couple chairs, and a crystal ball. I make stuff up sometimes. But when my magic works..." She made an explosion sound with her hands. "I just know. These lips tell the future." I think I forgot how to think. "Gabby, please tell me you didn’t scare her," Stefano sighed as he came in with Theo riding piggyback. "I didn’t. I was just showing her what I’m good at." Gabriella winked at me before excusing herself to grab a bottle of wine from the cellar.

My breath caught before I could stop it. Gabriella looked ..… polished. Effortlessly so. Her outfit was bold tailored trousers, and beautiful heels clicked roughly against the floor. My eyes moved to her neck and I could see the jewelry that shone brightly, it must be really expensive. Her hair was perfect, not a strand out of place, her makeup flawless and intentional. She looked like she belonged in this house or she owned “Are you going to stand there and stare all day?” her voice cut through my stare.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Gabriel. What size is she?" "One second." The sound of the mid section privacy screen rolling down rattled in my ear. A distant conversation backed-and-forthed until Gabe returns, along with the rattling of the privacy screen once again. "She doesn't know what size she is. The clothes she has worn all her life have been hand made and from what I saw, isn't even aware sizes in clothes are a thing. But, if it counts for anything, I'd say she's a size 14. About 5ft 6. Small feet, maybe a five. Yellows and light pinks will suit best."