Life Is Strange Giantess Novels & Stories

What a strange guy! ***

I, Whitney Quigley, had been married to my husband, Thomas Walker, for three years. We welcomed our firstborn recently, Oliver Walker. However, I had been struggling due to low breastmilk production, leaving my baby crying with hunger. Looking at my well-endowed figure, I couldn't help but feel upset. I clearly had the volume, so why couldn't I produce milk for my child? Thomas and I had tried various remedies such as taking herbs and supplements, but nothing worked.

The young man seemed anxious as he replied, "It's 9:20 pm now, right? Your mom will kill you in the east room at around 10:00 pm! Run!" "Impossible! Mom has recovered. Who are you?" The young man paused for a few seconds before replying, "I'm a god. I know everything. Your name is Tina Lester, your mother's name is Chelsea Wilson, and your father's name is Jacob Lester. Do you believe me now?" "You're a god?" I was a little skeptical.

Jacob said with a dumbfounded face because of his admiration. "What's crazy?" Ice was even more insecure because of Jacob's reaction which she misinterpreted. "Isn't this weird?!" Of course she thought it would be strange with her body, her hair still quite short, wearing a dress like this. Doesn't it look like a man wearing women's clothes. "No, it doesn't. You're really beautiful." To Jacob, Ice was truly an extraordinary unique girl. He didn't care if people said that his girl was weird or what. To him, this girl was simply mesmerizing. 100

And as she hummed, she talked to the odd little creatures that lived in what they called the Candlewood. Some were as small as ladybugs and others as large as bumblebees. The brave ones climbed up Iris's knees and snatched away tallow beads to eat. The shy ones flickered in and out of view like the flames that crowned their candle-trees. As they moved, they often sang in high tremulous voices that Iris could only understand if she peered at the world through her eyelids as if in a dream.

But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move! Wendy heard voices outside the storeroom. Gaxgs deep voice sounded and someone else’s voice would reply; it was another deep voice. Wendy realized now that the other deep voice conversing with Gaxgs belonged to the Irish giant. The Irish giant was exactly 8 feet tall. But even that giant was intimidated by Gaxgs: His whole appearance was human, except his face was strange and out-worldly. He drew power from the life-force of the pesky Outsiders and the more they multiplied the more powerful he becomes. If he could substitute the entire population of the world for Outsiders, he would become virtually unstoppable.

“You don't count as an artist! You have to left the entertainment industry, you are destroying the image of other artists! Many are more deserving of the achievements you have now, retire! You disgusting woman, retire now!” Shout from the other haters on the side, a few people from her fans are trying stop them back but that’s not enough to stop the tomatoes and eggs into where the maiden is. “Fuck! What is wrong with these people. Look at your arms, it’s bleeding.” Confused Isaac took the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the little blood dripped from Danica's white and smoothie arm.

Then, she found herself in El Paraiso, a small town with breathtaking beauty. El Paraiso was ruled by the Saldieguez, from politics to business. Her path crossed to the CEO of Nirvana Hotel and the youngest of Saldieguez named Luther. In Paradise Club, where all fantasies happened, the two of them had an agreement—to be “Strangers with Benefits”. With Eura being a brokenhearted widow and Luther as a troublesome playboy CEO, will things work between the both of them? Will the “Strangers with Benefits” contract between them work?

Their faces were covered with tears and snot. However, the silver-striped giant python ignored their pleas. It opened its mouth wide, and the scent of blood filled the air. It took less than ten seconds for more than ten independent cultivators to die. Only a young woman was left alive. Her face was white as a sheet of paper. "Why aren't you running?" She stared at the silver-striped giant python questioningly. "Are you asking me a question?" A strange purple glow appeared in the python's red eyes. "Do you think I'd listen to the words of a useless person?"

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."