A God In The Shed Novels & Stories

“It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.” I couldn’t help but snort at the fool. “So now that your shiny new life has fallen apart, you think you can come crawling back here? Newsflash, Kendrick, I’m not your backup plan. Let that sink in. This is nothing coming from someone who slept with my best friend. ”

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

In the quiet communion with the divine, she sought the strength to confront the revelations that had unraveled the familiar threads of her life. The heavy heart found a momentary respite in the act of surrender. In the flickering candlelight, Jette clung to the hope that God, in His infinite wisdom, would guide her through the labyrinth of self-discovery. The shadows of uncertainty lingered, but within the church's embrace, a glimmer of divine light whispered promises of clarity and renewal.

As soon as she realized this, Shia hid further beside one of the gigantic plants that decorated the room. Once she was in a safe corner, she observed him further. He was looking down on a towering figure that was twice the size of an average human. Shia couldn’t see the man’s face clearly for he was lying down on bed, and he was facing away towards Galahad. However, Shia surmised that it was none other than Head God Heedra himself, but how come Galahad wore a displeased and cold look in his face, which is so unlike the proper face of a child who was in the presence of his father?

I don't know if he intentionally flipped his head with that sassiness, but as soon as he faced me again, the slit smile on his lips vanished. "Aside from that, again, I am the Lord in this household. My face is too heavenly to be seen by a mere human species. I don't recommend it." I blinked repeatedly, and even though he offered his hand to help me walk, and even though I accepted it, I still couldn't believe his audacity. Did he just call me a mere human species?

A small smile played on his lips, and he continues, "you even think the Dark Shrine isn't real." I tip my head back to gaze towards him. This man is much taller at this close. I stepped back from him, inhaled some air, and gathered the courage to confront this stranger. "What kind of a god are you? How about a Demon God?" My breath makes white clouds in the air. I wrap my arms around myself. This place is getting colder as I am concerned about my being. I need to get out of here. "What about it? Does it matter what God am I? I will grant your desire."

Then, he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?" Shane said nothing, but Xerxes sneered with a look of arrogance and said, "Hmph. Are you scared now? Well, it's too late. This is our family's God of War. He just came to Drunham City today. Don't you know that?" As soon as Xerxes said that, Shane exuded a formidable air, unleashing his might as a God of War without holding anything back. The household staff who were present were so pressured by his might that their faces turned pale and they dropped to their knees while shaking.

They could be used for good, but no one listened to him. Sherald himself hated both Anmars and Markats and magicians. For him, the world was full of enemies, and these dark creatures became friends. And yes, sir. The Dark God of the Night, who loves bloody sacrifices so much. In return, he gives the faithful servant new strength. Sherald is still alive only because the gracious master prolongs his life. “Nothing, nothing,” the old man muttered. They will still regret it.

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

"And that's the point. You know very little about why I live in this shed, with these slow-witted people, don't you?" "No. I don't. Why do you call them slow-witted?" "Cause they know nothing about this new faith. Some of them are, in fact, out of their mind," replied Omolo. Just then he caught a glimpse of one of the church leaders approaching. "Excuse me, son. Allow me," he excused himself and went to meet up with the man. "Solomon. Praises be unto the Lord," he greeted and reached out his hand for a shake.