Goddess Jessica Feet Novels & Stories

They walked away before Kelly could say another word. ************************ Two hours later… Zoe stood in front of a mirror in the mall dressing room. Jessica sat on the bench nearby. “Oh, my Goddess,” Jessica said. Zoe stepped out wearing a sleek black dress. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly while the slit along the leg added just enough danger. Jessica whistled, “Zack is going to lose his mind.” Zoe looked at herself carefully. The dress was elegant, showing confidence and power. Jessica handed her a pair of heels. “These too.”

Lily held my hand in hers. My gaze went to the bed, where Jessica was lying motionless. She had been very sick for the past two days, and every portion that Shaman Magnus had brewed for her seemed to have no effect on healing her. It left me bothered and worried about her state of health. I can’t lose Jessica. “Moon Goddess, please save my baby,” I said, raising my head to stare at the top of the thatched roof of the hut. My intention was to look up at the moon goddess to see if she could see my tears.

Pay day has arrived and Jessica was eager to go shopping. Her leg had healed beautifully, her limp was gone and she was ready to rock those heels. She pictured herself looking like a glamorous model. "Ahhh, a well deserved shopping spree and pamper day", Jessica exhaled. She spent the last three days secretly practicing in her bedroom. Walking on tiptoes before trying on a pair of heels. Soon she was skipping around effortlessly around the room. She had mastered the art of walking with elegance and poise. She smiled at herself. She was going to be the next Mrs Molt.

she replies. “You will,” Jessica says. “And you,” I say looking at her. “Do not give up hope that your wolf will return. I feel that the Moon Goddess must have something special in store for you. You suffered, Jessica, and you deserve an incredible amount of happiness. Whatever that looks like, you are still strong, and can achieve anything you set your mind to,” I say to her as she hugs me tightly.

Jessica jumped down from the horse and rushed towards the woman's direction. "Jessica". Lucifer called, trying to stop her but she wasn't moved. He climbed down from the horse and watched her from behind. "My lady". The woman who seemed to have noticed Jessica said in fear. She tried to stand up but her foot was hurt, she was barefooted and could barely stand on the hot surface. "I am sorry my lady, I will clean up the mess". She pleaded, trembling in fear as she was scared Jessica might take her life or report her to the king.

she hissed, but her voice cracked, betraying her. The arena shook, and the tapestry wove a new scene: Lysara, younger, holding a newborn—Jessica’s mother—her face soft with love. The vision shifted, showing Lysara’s grief as her daughter rejected her, choosing a mortal life. The sorrow was raw, a wound that fueled her need for control. “I see you,” Jessica said, stepping closer, her voice steady. “You’re not a god. You’re a mother who lost her child. But controlling the nexus won’t bring her back.”

Jason suddenly knew what she meant and then said, “I see. You want to me to get rid of your enemy, right?” “Well, I am not going to deny it. But it will also do you good.” “Oh?” said Jason, sneering, “Tell me all about it.” Jessica stood up and stepped barefoot on the beige carpet. She was dressed in a burgundy stain gown that made her look as delicate and lovely as a rose on a summer night. She had only taken two steps when the ribbon on her shoulder snapped. Her face was still swollen from being beaten, but her gaze was seductive.

she said firmly, her voice was rough and held a wildness to it. “Thank you, Cleo. However, let’s hope that time never comes” I replied, a little shocked at her proclamation. Are Weres really willing to die for me? I recognised the next woman, Alyse. Her face held a wide smile though her eyes looked nervous. “My Goddess” she said with a small bow of her head.

Smiling back, knowing they made sure she was in her best, she raised her chin up like what they taught her. The doors opened. And from it, a goddess descended. Everyone gaped in astonishment and the noise of cheering before faded into a deep silence. Silence for everyone was too stunned by the woman in front of them. Kaliyah stopped just before the grass field, looking at the people whose eyes were almost tearing up. No one was really speaking, making her more nervous than before. Until one finally spoke up, breaking the entire silence of the crowd. “A goddess! OUR LUNA IS A GODDESS!”

She could not have been communicating with me through my thoughts and my mind. And if she was indeed Ezza, what was the sorcery that she has tried to put me on? How come I was hearing her voice inside my head? How was it possible that she was here, and she knows me, and basically said that "I am her and she is me"? However, I was guessing that the woman had noticed the confused look on my face because she answered my unfinished question and did something unpredictable and disquieting. "No, dear, I am not her, but I am a very close one—" the woman then slowly sank to her knees with her fisted left arm over her right chest, as she bows her head and she said, "we've been waiting for you for so