In My Godmother Era Novels & Stories

MADDOX My mother was not dead like I had lived most of my life thinking. On top of that, she was the Goddess of Truth. I was a Demigod. I could not even begin to wrap my head around that. How in the fuck did that happen? ‘I’m sure it’s the same concept of how we’ll create our own pups,’ Neo chimed in. My eyes narrowed at him. It was really fucking strange to see him outside of me. Thank you Captain Fuckhead.

Larissa thought Aster would be difficult to persuade, but she felt a chill on behalf of Wendy when Aster agreed so readily. She exclaimed, "Your godmother raised you from when you were a baby! When you were just born and needed to be carried, it was Godma who comforted you every night when you cried and fussed. In the end, as soon as you found your dad, you became ready to abandon her!"

Alex Brown' eyes flashed a touch of doubt, thinking that the only good relationship with Emma Rosy is Judi Dench, so he casually asked, "Judi Dench?" "Yes, Keira loves her godmother!" Before Emma Rosy could answer Keira nodded. Alex Brown saw her nodding like a chicken pecking rice, he could not help but feel cute, reached out and pressed her forehead, "Since Mommy has made an appointment with Godmother today, it is not a good boy to miss the appointment, so Keira will go with Mommy to find Godmother, and tomorrow Daddy will come back to take Keira and Mommy to play, okay? "

If she did not lower herself before Kaze, repent her sins and make up for the Whites, then she would end up horribly. Camry and Teresa were so excited that they cried. They knew their son’s name would be cleared soon and justice would be served! They knew it because their son was like a brother to the God of War! “Godfather, what is a God of War? Is it a game? Why are they calling you that?” Brenda looked at Kaze with a curious gaze. The girl’s innocence made the atmosphere lighter. Kaze smiled. “Yeah, God of War is like a game. He’s powerful like superheroes and can protect you from the villains. No one can make us move out of this house.”

This time, it was my godmother who spoke, her voice trembling with unwillingness and with streams of tears running down her face. At that point, it was hard to remain composed, and with shaking shoulders,I threw myself into her warms, soft sobs tearing past my lips. I was not just saying goodbye to my godparents, to the people who played a role of parents in my life, I was also saying a heartbreaking goodbye to the dreams that the younger me once had, to the future that the little me had once envisioned. And yeah, it was soul-grinding. " Where are you going?" After breaking the hug, my godmother finally asked, and it then dawned on me.

“Chloe, I don't think I should. I'm not worthy enough to be someone's godmother.” “You've proven yourself, Mia. Time and time again, I wouldn't be back home if you hadn't interfered. This baby has the support to grow up in because of you. I can take care of this baby because of you. You're more than enough.” Chloe argued. “So, do me this favor, will you be my baby's godmother?”

She knows too much of my history, how though I’ve never met this woman? “Ahh, I know that look – I’m no fairy, but I am your Godmother.”

Erica is furious with me and Emma hates me now, though I still do not know why. “It’s all going to wake up, honey. I know that it seems like it’s overwhelming but you must put faith in our gods to know what they are doing.” Mama says. She always seems to sense what I am thinking or how I am feeling. “Besides, if I thought that what you were doing was wrong, I wouldn’t be here. Now chin up. I hear the music start.”

12 years of age, that is when I first realized that my status is something I would never wish to have. "Ha aha, Ilha Nalu, Esh Nerev Avesle Su. Elphe Sidi Umblehu Resavantesu" [Ahh, hail goddess, she never leaves us. help these humble servants] I was standing beside my mother who was bearing a small little cub in her womb. We thought that it was just an ordinary day to hear the words of the elder who can talk to the goddess of the moon. Little did we know that the path of the young me will soon be changed by her words.

she nodded at Chris before turning her pale blue eyes to me. "This is Ivy Emerson, my mate," Chris announced. The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise before her face broke out into a wide grin, somehow making her look younger. "Ivy, this is Martha Carter, my Godmother." I nodded in understanding, something fluttering in my chest when I realised he deemed me important enough to introduce me to his Godmother. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," I said with a smile. The woman smiled at me. "Call me Martha. And come in, you two."