Goddess Jessica Feet Novels & Stories

Certainly, the soil was made soft by the gentle rainfall the prior day and so was no match for the sudden showers. Her eyes ached and her stomach wobbled and each breath was a painful gasp. Something happens to her, that she comprehends, and coming back to life was more painful than dying. Then she felt a quick blow to her back, right between her shoulder blades, and heard someone say in a jaunty voice. "Time to wake up, little goddess."

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

the woman guessed about the goddess' existence. "Then where is she now? Why didn't she go to Werewolfia?" Marcus looked impatient. "Fate will bring her here, her path will not be easy to defend her nation because later she will be faced with two difficult choices," she said. "What?" responded Marcus. "You'll find out for yourself, ask your wife, she must know a bit about the goddess," she pleaded. "How old is she?" asked Marcus again. "19 years old," the woman replied smiling. 19 years old? Marcus thought that he was 1 year older than Arnanta. It was possible that Giselle must have known about the goddess.

“At first, I came here because I realized that the only thing I had on you was a voice recording. I needed more than that. So when I came to Galen, I just wanted to catch him trying to flirt with me. Instead, the fool fell for it completely. I didn't think it would go that far. When we started kissing, I thought he would stop, and tell me that he loves his wife. But he went along with it.. I'm not saying this to try and get some pity out of you. What I have done is despicable. But I am sorry that you are married to that man. He doesn't care about you, Olivia. He is selfish and arrogant. He rarely sees his own mistakes and he behaves like a child.” “Tell me something new.” I rolled my eyes, a

Footprints. Small ones. Fresh ones. Jessica's entire body trembled. "These... these are child's". Romeo knelt down, inspecting the shape, the depth, the length. His blood ran cold. "She was here. Recently". Jessica dropped to her knees, fingers shaking as they hovered over the prints but didn't touch them, afraid they'd dissapear like the the last memory of her little girl. "She was here", Jessica whispered. "She was here.... my God....".

I wasn't a moon goddess anymore. I was just Jessica—the girl who had been sold for gambling debts, now covered in the mud of a world that wanted to consume her. Jax didn't stop. He didn't even look down at me. His grip on my thighs and back tightened until it was borderline painful, his leather bracers biting into my skin. "Thorne’s trackers have ears like bats, Jessica. Every word you speak is a beacon. You talk, we die. And I don't plan on dying in a hole because you’re feeling stubborn."

She took off her shoes and socks and took a shower. * * * Fifteen minutes passed. Jessica, who had changed clothes, wearing an army green dress in a mix of bright flat shoes, came out of her room and immediately met Cassandra. “Sorry, I just took a shower.” Jessica familiarly shook Cassandra's hand and sat down before her. “You look so arrogant Jess, do you already feel that you won over me?" Cassandra started a conversation with Jessica. “I don't know what you mean?" Jessica looked down. “I've never done any competition with anyone now!” she added.

“On your knees, in front of the bed.” “Unh unh ugh.” I mumbled, trying to say ‘yes mistress’ while choking and slobbering all over the ball. I’d never worn one before, or done anything like this. Jessa sat down on her bed in front of me, dangling her stocking laden feet in front of me. “Worship them, baby dick.” she said, giggling adorably. She was sadistic, twisted, and the hottest thing I’d ever encountered. She was like the devil personified, offering nothing but temptation and punishment, targeting my natural weaknesses with pinpoint accuracy.

They walk silently towards their suite and once inside Jessica made a beeline towards the bathroom tossing her heels and bag away. She walked barefoot towards the bathtub and opened the tap letting it fill the tub But Lucas entered the bathroom as she was securing her long hair into a bun. She looked lazily at him as he started undressing before her eyes

Moses said smiling. Jessica got up and sat on the cage floor, staring at him in complete silence. Moses took a couple of steps backwards. "Arrrrh, you have a name?" Moses asked, almost stammering. Jessica moved closer to the cage bars, staring at him with pitiful eyes. Jessica was such a beauty, with those gorgeous eyes, long lashes, and a pixie haircut. Moses looked around to see if anyone was around or looking. He stretched his hand and touched Jessica's cheeks. It is exceptionally smooth and tender. Jessica blinked twice but didn't move away. She allowed Mosses to touch her. She remains a master of seduction.