3d Gospel Novels & Stories

The mortals around me gasped in panic. Panic spread through the crowd. Countless hands reached out to catch me. I couldn't hold on anymore. I crashed heavily onto the cold steps of the altar. My strength was fading fast. The world started blurring out. But I felt a relief and joy I had never known before. I managed to lift my hand. I gripped that complete obsidian piece, glued together with blood, right in my palm. The sharp edges dug into my flesh. But I didn't feel any pain at all.

“D*mn it! What’s happening? How can people in the Third-grade ultimate god level appear?” The man seemed all haughty before, but his expression distorted into fear at the sudden turn of events. He never imagined that there were those in the Third-grade ultimate god level among those who entered the area.

Amory nods in my lap, but still hasn’t looked away from her shoe! I’m shocked when she doesn’t attempt to move out of my lap either, and even dances along to Gabe and Mikey performing to some metal rock song I’ve never heard but clearly, she has since she knows all the lyrics. When the club has been shut down for the night and just the three of us are present Spin barks out, “you two start talking”! “What do you want us to say, Spin?” I ask him. I’m still not telling you what goes on behind closed doors, what the fuck do you want us to tell you?!

I felt dizzy as I prayed to every saint that I knew, begging for the test to turn out negative. My hands trembled while I stood inside the cramped bathroom of our apartment with its light still flickering, and panic swirling in my chest. I could practically hear how loud my heartbeat was—each thump felt like it echoed off through the small space. Please be negative. Please be negative. Please be negative.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

Elera and I took public transport like we sometimes did when we wanted normalcy. When I got home, I bathed and fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up, the sky outside my window had already shifted into deep orange fading into blue. I bathed again. I needed to feel awake and reset. It helped a little. I went downstairs and ate alone. The house felt unusually quiet. No distant laughter. No heavy footsteps. “Where are the triplets?” I asked one of the staff. “In their gaming room,” she replied. Of course. Whenever they locked themselves in there, the entire house moved carefully. No one disturbed them, it was their territory.

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

*Dahlia* *DAHLIA* *DAHLIAAAAA* *I’m horny* *Like really horny* *I can’t get in the mood with anyone else. You have to save me* *I’m dying, actually dying and I have proof* I stared at my phone in horror as another message came through. This one was a photo. Every instinct I had screamed at me not to open it. Nothing good could come from opening a photo sent by Jace Blackmoor at midnight after he’d just told me he was horny. *Don’t click it,* Mena begged. *For the love of the Goddess, don’t click it.*

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

Samuel pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up, his eyes crinkling into crescents. "It's compelling to see someone with broken wings manage to find freedom through their designs. I was on the jury that year, and I gave you the highest score, Ms. Stockwell. "Start at our studio tomorrow. I'll pay you triple your last salary, but there's one condition. You have to finish the "Caged Bird" series." "Deal!" I said. …