Godmother And Goddaughter Novels & Stories

Her eyes were silver and she wore a silver dress that shimmered in the blue light. Azura was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty. “Come my child,” the woman spoke, her voice so serene. Azura stepped closer. “I’ve been waiting for you,” the woman said softly. “Why? Who are you?” Azura asked curiously. “I am your mother and mother of all wolves. I am the goddess of the moon. I am Selene,” she replied with an earnest smile. Azura was taken aback at her response. “But what can I do for you?” Azura said confusedly. “My child, you are special. You are my gift to my children. You are the key to end Leus’s evil,” she said smiling again. Azura was still confused. “But..how am I suppose

“I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.” “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.” “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.

He blamed me for everything—for coming home at the wrong time, for ruining their perfect little family moment. This was my home, yet somehow, my coming back had become the problem. "Keith," I said, my voice steady, "are you planning to make Caroline the lady of this house? Am I just in your way now?" His face darkened instantly. "Silvia, that's just your imagination. Stop acting crazy. Caroline is Mom's goddaughter. Of course she has a place in this family!" The moment he said it, Caroline lit up, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. Melanie dropped the act completely. She looked at me with open disdain, like she was laughing at how ridiculous I was.

Her eyes still carried the lingering fear of almost losing me. The room fell quiet for a moment. Joyce popped another piece of an apple into my mouth. "All right, all right. The patient needs his rest. The rest of you can get out. I'll take care of Sebastian." Lily frowned. "I'm his godmother." My fifth godmother looked even more offended. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean? I'm his godmother too." My sixth godmother raised the insulated food container in her hand. "I brought soup. The rest of you came empty-handed. How are you even arguing with me?"

My name is Hank Ferguson. I'm a driving instructor. The driving school director's daughter, Louisa Chasey, just finished high school, so the director, Sharon Chasey, asked me to take her on for lessons. Sharon and I go way back. I was even Louisa's godfather. Louisa just turned 18, and she really grew into a fine woman. Her chest was a total handful, bouncing with every step like it was trying to break free. Her waist was so slim that I could almost wrap my hands around it. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere.

"Your daughter is not offending me, but she's annoying Miss ThankGod." James said. "Miss ThankGod?" Brady looked at Heloise suspiciously, her face looked like Heloise anyway. "Miss ThankGod is the savior of the Clan ThankGod's president, Mr. Lucas ThankGod, and is a great benefactor to the entire Clan ThankGod’s family, but what about your precious daughter? She was humiliating Miss ThankGod in public without even a word of apology." James tilted his chin in an aggressive manner.

Soloman wrapped his hand around her neck. Lily began to struggle against his gripped. “Oh, you-” “Tell me or I will take you to my father for trespassing and rebelling.” “Wha-What!” gasped Lily. “Tell me!” shouted Soloman. “I-I’m Agatha’s goddaughter.” “What?” asked Soloman again. “I’m the Goddess of Light’s apprentice.” Soloman evilly stared at her. “At first you were my mother’s goddaughter, now you’re her apprentice, so which is it?”

“Different. And the God of Death resides in the Underworld, which is another realm within the Land of Darkness, where…I think you went today. And the Goddess of Life lives here, amongst us, though she…rarely takes form. They work together, passing souls in and out of our reality as they’re born and die.” “Ugh, this is all really weird,” I whisper, reaching up and pressing the heels of my palms tight against my eyes, attempting to stop my mind from spinning around all of these strange new facts. “So, do you think that’s who my grandmother was talking about when she said the provenance of your gifts? The God of Darkness’s oldest children?”

He was my world now, and nothing would take him from me. ********I was still staring at Auren, his tiny fingers curled around mine, when Elyra’s laughter broke the silence.“Kailey,” she teased, cleaning up the mess on the bed. “You do realize that since I delivered this baby, I’m officially his godmother, right?”I blinked up at her, exhausted but smiling. “Godmother? You?”She placed her hands on her hips, mock offended. “Of course, me! Who else would it be? I’ve practically earned the title.”“You earned something, alright,” I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably as she worked. “But godmother? That’s a big deal.”Elyra grinned. “Exactly! And who better than me to boss him around when he’s old enoug

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”