In My Godmother Era Novels & Stories

The goddess, sensing her hesitation, offered a gentle smile. “But remember, only if you truly want to. You can live without a mate, and I’ll make it a little easier for you to control those urges,” the woman’s hand brushed against Myla’s cheek affectionately. A genuine smile tugged at Myla’s lips. “Thank you, Moon Goddess.” The goddess chuckled softly. “Please, think of me as your mother. Call me mom,” the goddess responded, a warmth in her tone that felt so maternal. “Thank you, Mom,” Myla said, finding the address surprisingly fitting. The connection she felt with the moon goddess was akin to that of a motherly figure.

“I don’t know. But he called you his goddaughter. And he showed up right when you needed it. That’s not coincidence, Elena. That’s protection.” Elena stared at her reflection. Goddaughter. The word felt foreign. Heavy. Like a title she didn’t earn. She remembered her mother once, years ago, laughing on the phone: “If anything ever happens to me, Elena, your godfather will look after you. He promised.” Elena had been eight. She’d thought it was a joke. Adults said things like that. Her mother died. No one came. Until now. Elena opened the restroom door slowly. The lobby was still full of people. Some were pretending to work. Some were still filming. Whispers followed her the moment she steppe

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.

he said softly, “You need to be sure you want this. Because once I say the name, once this door opens, your life will never be the same.” “I already know,” I said, my voice breaking. “I just need to hear you say it.” He stepped closer, his presence warm and steady, even now. “It’s Celeste Alden.” The name landed like a slap. My godmother. The woman who took me in when my mother vanished and my father’s enemies hunted him underground. The woman who had braided my hair before school recitals, who’d held me during panic attacks and whispered, “You’re strong like your mother but smarter.”

I say to her, as I gently stroke my hand over the top of her head, where a thin layer of dark hair sits on top of her small head. "Your god mum, mums best friend Poppy was here. She is fiercely loyal and protective over your mum, and now that extends to you. She helped your mum start down the path that eventually lead her to me, so I owe her everything. None of this would have happened without your godmother, so I am grateful for her everyday."

When an uncle came in, I saw mommy waiting outside and then I got down from his embrace and the uncle gave him a new shirt he was busy putting it on before he could come out. So, I ran up to mommy so she could mess her coffee on her dress so she could leave. When uncle came out mommy was gone, and he left with his bodyguards... After we got to mom’s old house mommy had to leave to meet with my godmother, they were having lunch together, so she dropped me at a house with a nanny. I stole the nanny's phone to call godmother. Godmother made me remember her phone number in case of an emergency "Hello? Carla Jacobs speaking..." Godmother answers.

He disclosed the shocking news to me. "What!" I shouted into the phone but dad already hung up. “Shit!” I threw the phone to the back seat. I reduced my velocity on the highway as I started to think about the whole new development; where could Mammy Julianna be? Mammy Julianna is the eldest in the family, she use to be my godmother before I traveled out of the states to pursue my education at the age of 9 years. I had an accident with nearly claimed my life and I was in a coma for two years, and after I woke from the long sleep that was when I learned from the states that my parent was dead!

These words of her godmother caused Mariana's eyes to turn red slightly. She said softly: "Godmother, why are you talking like this? You're my godmother, who else should I help? It's not like you're asking me to work for you. You've given me quite a bit of money and helped me to get through it. I'm really grateful to you for not being able to make it in time. How could I dare to ask you to help me ..."?

I had never been on the receiving end of it until now, and I could say with absolute certainty that I would never want to receive it again. “This is my godmother, Dante. She saved my mother’s life and helped raised me alongside of them for five years. You treat her right or I’ll show you some of the hidden magic that’s typically reserved for battlefields. I’ve always known that you were destined for great things, so now I suppose that I can welcome you to the family.” Janina hesitantly put her arms around me as if she was not fully used to physical displays of affection. “Thanks. That means a lot to hear. I’m glad that you two have each other back now,” I told her and briefly hugged her back

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan