3d Gospel Novels & Stories

Samantha thanked him numbly and then opened the box with all the things I had left behind. Anthony exited his room with a yawn. He looked at the box with disdain. “Aiden’s been dead for three years. What’s the point of bringing his things here now? This is unlucky stuff. You should throw it all away.” Samantha ignored Anthony. She reached into the box and took out three brand new pairs of gloves made of sheep’s wool. There were also several boxes of expired hand cream. There was even a sticky note with handwritten instructions. Samantha sobbed at the sight of it.

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?!

“Hi, Vera. Good morning.” I jerked back instinctively. His face was inches away, and for someone who has a girlfriend, he had no concept of boundaries. I pushed his forehead lightly to create distance. “Good morning, Theo.” Erica blinked with the sudden difference in the atmosphere. “No way! He’s definitely way more handsome than you,” she teased, trying to ease off the tension with nervous laughter. “Then, let’s ask Vera,” Theo scoffed, letting out a smirk. “Vera, who’s more handsome? Me or the CEO?”

There were only three days left before our bond would break on its own. Besides, he never cared about me anyway.

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.