Goddess Passion Twists Novels & Stories

"Remember that you are being played in my hands. I can even reject the two of you if I want to. So, who says that I am powerless?" Thaddeus growled while Theodore wanted to chime in. I turned to him and held his face, caressing it as if doing that would let him calm down. "I am the Goddess of Gallant and Retribution. If I want to, I can even avenge myself for marking me without my permission." My hand crawled to grab a handful of Theodore's hair, coercing him to look at me. "But I didn't." "Kasumi..." Theodore groaned slightly as his chest was rising up and down, hearing him gulping.

Just then she stops as she finds her way to the center of the hall and where her last dance with him is buried by the spill of blood and pool of his betrayal. “Wonderful, just how wonderful is it to think of killing you slowly and painfully in return!” She screams in her most twisted expression. Crumpling her fist, she looks around the wall and painted a portrait of the Gods and goddesses of this known world that she is living in and believes to be her reality. “Surrender now. Look at everything. As you cannot resist this fantasy.” Marking another Chester smile, but in a more cold and twisted way, she giggles as she embraces the coldness and chanted the Gods, and Goddesses' names.

Moving forward, he grabbed a torch and placed its edge in a bonfire that his pack had already gotten burning, and then he moved forward. “Fly high, brother,” he murmured, placing the torch against Frank’s pallets. “Be at peace and free in the goddess’ embrace.” Stepping back, he watched Frank quickly go up in flames while his emotions slowly disappeared. From this point on, he would never fucking let his heart guide him again.

Moreover, cemented with work, "So I snatched the minutes to come to see you. If the time comes, you'll be on one leg protecting yourself, but it won't! Also, you—you harmed ones, you saved ones—can keep the psychological grit up. Tiens! You can ask at any time; you have the opportunity, not mine; Mais le Bon Dieu receives it. In addition, she left me at that point, stopping to arrange her tightly twisted periphery—she adheres to every old style—at the lac reflect by the entryway. I felt altogether more developed after she had gone—to be sure, that is the thing it is—GGod — why could I ever fight?

His gaze briefly met mine before he looked away. "I don't know, Kendall," Winter began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She shook her head and said. "I feel like there's no end to this. The goddess has once again used me as a pawn in her games. I can't possibly fathom why she asked me to come here in search of answers, but I believe she knew all along that this would happen. Even the seer." Her voice carried a sadness devoid of the earlier stubbornness. While I didn't know the specifics of Winter's relationship with the goddess, I couldn't help but agree that the goddess seemed twisted, manipulating people for her desires.

Right? “You’re twisted,” I managed to say, my voice shaking as I forced the words out. “You’re utterly twisted.” The goddess laughed, her tone laced with a cruel delight. “Perhaps,” she said, the word slipping off her tongue with careless ease. “But I don’t particularly care.” She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “I want someone to warm my bed and entertain me properly. And your daughter…” Her gaze flicked to Nevaeh’s barely-moving form, dismissive and cold.

God, how can he look so wickedly charming even with his half face covered? Coral's brain goes blank, and all the dirty fantasies she imagined with him, spirals in her head. The images make her want to squeeze her thighs together. He rubs her bottom lip with his thumb, the sensation straight up turning her on, and the ache in her apex intensifies. “Tell me, honey.” Coral parts her lips, and says boldly, “Kiss me.” After his so much teasing, she does deserve it. He has been torturing her, making her high one minute, the next vanishing in a blink.

What trick was the goddess playing? Two sets of eyes met mine, intense and possessive. Vitale burned with lust and…something else? I could not quite put my finger on it but I had seen it before. Maybe it was because I didn't want to admit it. I very much remembered where I had seen this such of look before. Alexios had looked at me in such a manner. One time too many. I gulped as I grasped the concept of having a second chance mate. Weren't those supposed to be super rare? Why then was the goddess intent on pairing me up with people I should hate? "I'm claiming you." Vitale simply replied. Amused. No. He was fascinated as to how I was able to push him off. He didn't attempt to hide it. "Do y

God, she’s perfect. I don’t think I have it in me. I turn the vibrations up a setting and watch as she explodes into ecstasy. Her whole body shakes and she cries out softly. I can tell that she’s trying to hold it in by the way she’s biting her lip. Her back arches and I can feel the energy pulsing through her lithe body. There’s a sheen of sweat across her forehead. When her hazel eyes pop open, they’re bright and innocent. “Thanks,” she says.

Two emerald spheres, large and full of secrets, giving her a somewhat… psychotic air. She looks like an angel capable of doing things even the devil would doubt, but all in secret. And I like that.