Novel & Cerita My Wife Is A Goddess

Half an hour after I ate and showered, I was holding my baby, feeding him, with the Goddess as my witness. “You're a natural with him,” said the Goddess, and I looked at her carefully. “By the way, I couldn't help overhearing you talking in your room. My hearing is very keen.” “What do you want to know?” I asked respectfully. “It's not something I want to know; it's something I'd like to do,” said the Goddess with amusement. “I'd like to marry you and seal your union personally, as tradition dictates, but in person and with my fellow gods as witnesses.”

“You did what you had to do to protect them. Even that brat knows that. Leaving was the only option they had. He abandoned everything here to protect us. You should be proud of him.” Anyone familiar with the Queen of the Gods of Olympus would be very surprised to hear her words. It was no secret that unlike her blinding beauty, the Goddess of Marriage had a terrible personality. A personality nurtured by the unfaithfulness of her husband. She was very prone to jealousy and had done a lot of foul things because of this jealousy. Hearing her talk about her step son so highly, without plotting to kill him was amazing. “I know. It’s frustrating though. I wield so much power, and yet even I am he

If I believed in God then I would be thanking Him right now for the beautiful woman that was my wife. She was soft in all the right places and tight where I needed her to be. I held her up and against the shower wall with the water raining down on us like we were actors in my biggest fantasy.

"Let me take a guess. Was your wife once a sacrifice for her villagers as a ritual for the prosperity of the village?" "Yes, exactly ...," Hugo's eyes widened, surprised to hear his guess hit the nail on the head. "You are right." "Then I'll continue to the next question. Who was the god or goddess that the village worshiped at that time?" "Goddess of prosperity, Áine." His eyes narrowed at once when he heard the name of the Celtic goddess he hated the most. One of the gods and goddesses who were selfish, proud, and enjoyed the humans who worshiped them. As if they were the ones who created all living things on this earth.

He always had a kind of dominating personality and presence and that always chased kids away because they assumed he was no fun. "Well yes, the moon goddess blessed us with her and she is really beautiful too," I replied with a smile. "So now you two would have to share a girlfriend and a wife?" "Yes. Just imagine how men are able to have several wives, same goes to the women. As long as the moon goddess gives them to you," I explained. "I wouldn't want to share my mate with anyone," she said truthfully. "I too never imagined I would have to share. But we both love her very much so we would do anything for her since the moon goddess handed her to us," I replied, running my fingers into her a

I knew that to break that power of hers, I needed to sever the connection, something I did by using my own to counter it. “You are no longer worthy of being a deity,” I hissed out. “A so-called ‘Great Mother’ would not do this to her children. You chose cowardice over respect and morality. There is no compassion here… just selfish motivation.” This seemed to amuse her. “You think that because you possess a piece of a god that you can refuse me. But you cannot win. You are simply a speck of dust within this universe, one that should feel privileged to even be acknowledged by a Goddess. To have such great powe—”

I just need to see Chelsea. Speaking of the devil, she arrived immediately. "Jason, I have been looking for you" she said casually "Any problem?" I asked "My husband was calling you" Chelsea replied "Since when did you start acknowledging him as your husband?" I was in awe "I don't understand. What do you mean? He is mine and we are destined to be by the moon goddess" she replied with confidence "Hahahaha, you are really joking. The more you realize what you doing to yourself, the better for you"

She admired the transformation, although it only added little to her beauty because naturally she was a ravishing beauty. “Everyone should leave the room.” She commanded imperatively, making Charlene look back. None of them hesitated before leaving the room. The fear and respect they had for her when she was his wife was burning in their hearts. Henrietta walked majestically to her and stood in front of her. Charlene didn't know who she was, she only stared back without moving her lips. “Didn't he tell you he has a wife?” The question was enough to convince her that the lady standing in front of her was Richard's ex wife. Charlene mustered courage to talk. “Only heard of his ex wife, he once

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."