Novel & Cerita Goddess Jessica Feet

"Oh no, I didn't mean to judge you, I'm sorry!" "Relax, I get it," she said with a gentle smile, her voice soothing as she sat in a chair and pointed at the sofa opposite her, inviting me to take a seat and talk to her. "It's normal, priestesses are supposed to have this pure image and blah blah blah," she said, her tone laced with a hint of amusement as she wriggled her wrists, the movement drawing attention to the intricate tattoos that adorned her arms.

He let it happen. They planned to keep her alive just long enough to take what they needed. Then they would end her. But one girl, a servant no one noticed, chose to help her. Maybe she was young. Maybe she was afraid. Maybe she saw a mother in pain and couldn’t bear it. No one remembers her name. But that girl unlocked the door, whispered that the guards were asleep, and told the goddess to run. And she did.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

VANESSA'S POV The cold, focused fury was a better weapon than any wild outburst. My failure, my humiliation at Lucas's feet, had burned away the last of my hesitation. I was not a goddess. I was not a victim. I was the Luna of the Eclipse Pack, and my pack was bleeding.

“She was apparently a goddess of mothers and maternity as well as a war goddess that brought death and destruction. The month of Jessa is named for her.” “Jessa,” I repeated. “Meaning Quinn thinks it’s linked to me?” Jessa asked, her voice low. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. “I didn’t even know Gilmore!” Cassian kissed the top of her head. “Which is why we need Denric. We have some crowd control to do. Joe is trying to talk Quinn down from publicizing his accusations, but it doesn’t look good.” Jessa reached out and grabbed his hand. “I don’t want to be alone.” Her eyes were wide and terrified.

The two of them stood there, checking if the earring clasp on Jessica's ear had fallen off, while her feet remained stepping on Conrad's feet. Jessica was wearing stiletto heels today. She was not at all polite and stepped directly on it with force, not holding back even a bit, and even added some extra force. Conrad's face turned blue from being stepped on, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp, "Hiss, Ms. Hall, you stepped on me!" Jessica turned around and looked down, "Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally stepped on you!" When Jessica turned around, her feet also turned a bit, causing the heels of her high heels to naturally turn as well.

“Is that why your wetness is leaking through my pants? Spread your legs or I’ll make sure you can’t sit for a week.” “Goddess.” I choked out because nothing else could come through my lips. My mouth was too dry, probably because all the moisture in my body was as Keagan had said, dripping out of my hole. I carefully pulled off the rest of my robe and spread my legs, whilst gripping my sore cheeks with trembling fingers. “Good girl.” he said. “Now open.” “I’m not deaf.” I rasped and pulled my butt apart, spreading myself like a feast for his gaze. Fuck, what are you doing, Jessica?

“Tegan told me that the Old Luna had asked her to arrange the Gala instead of me. Good luck replacing me now, bitch.” Her friends laughed with her, though with less fervor. “She’ll just find a room full of trash.” “Which is what she deserves.” Jessica emerged from the changing booth dressed in a skin-tight dress that showed off her curves. She was stunning but her cruel expression ruined her beautiful face with an ugly twist of her lips. “Because the trash belongs with the other trash!” one of the girls tittered. “She really is trash though.” Jessica’s eyes gleamed as climbed onto a pedestal and turned to admire her figure in the tri-fold mirror. “Have I told you about her mother, yet?”

Then, Jessica broke the perimeter. She emerged from the shadows of the indoor flora. The air between us instantly snapped with an electric, undeniable heat. She was wearing a blood – red slip dress that looked as though it would slide off her shoulders with a strong breeze. But her usual predatory elegance was gone. Her eyes were dark, dilated, and entirely desperate as she walked toward me. "You look..." Jessica started, her voice dropping to a breathless rasp that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "...fucking lethal."

Jessica dashed over to her room to gather some of her things. “Fancy finding you here,” Prince Deacon said, sitting in the dark. Jessica froze, ‘crap,’ she thought to herself before running towards her patio glass door that was standing open and leaping through it, landing on the ground below, breaking both her legs. “Stupid girl,” Prince Deacon said out loud, running to the nearest exit, which was the sunroom. Jessica screamed in agony, ‘I should shift, then my bones should heal?’ she thought before shifting.