Baca Against God Novels & Stories

Is this how your parents taught you? Each word from Alexander indicated his dissatisfaction with me. However, I couldn't help but focus on his initial sentence, "Whoever is the strongest has the right of speech." It flashed back and forth in my mind so much that I couldn't help but ask again, "Father, are you implying that whoever is the most powerful in this family is the one who calls the shots?" Alexander and Oliver exchanged a smile upon hearing my query. "Of course. The family motto of the Kingsleys is to subdue others with force! Men are the symbol of strength!"

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

Arnold said “Maybe you should think again, the God Christ has seen father’s face and so has Bath kol, his favourite daughter and as for Bazel? Let me worry about that” Lucifer said and disappeared “Does he stand a chance against God” Uzor asked “All the innumerable angels have never seen him… they know little or nothing about our father, only Leviathans have seen some level of his great wonder and might… Lucifer has no idea what he is doing” “But with Bazel on his side” Uzor said

Oh God! TBC

Elika watched as the silence stretched out, her own anger boiling just below the surface as she willed her frame to heal with haste, wanting nothing more than to help the goddess who had attempted to uphold the honour in a dishonourable world. The goddess hastily snapped her head back towards the king of hell, her tone snarling with a sharp edge that Elika had not witnessed before; her frame strong and confident. “Yes, I may be your wife, but I am neither your servant nor slave and you will not treat me as one. And as your wife it is my job to council you on the decisions that you make and I am informing you that this is a bad decision. The child will crush you.”

"As you can see. We are well versed in being brilliant weapons. To fight alongside us is to taste freedom. No one can oppose such a force. To do so will be to go up against the hand of God. And by the end of this day, you will believe that God is a woman."

I didn't know if he wanted to sound humorous but I wasn't buying that anymore. "The Bible says do not argue, twist or change the words of the scripture, exceptions cannot be made father, as the homosexuals from hell go back to their dwelling place isn't hating on your neighbor a sin, isn't wishing ill, thinking ill, saying bad things upon your neighbor a sin" My voice echoed through the chapel with conviction.

"What contradictions? Do you mind backing your statement with an instance in the Bible where God contradicted himself." "Yes I can do that," I said, touching my brows with my hand again. "In the New Testament, there is a passage where God says he can't tempt man to commit evil. But in the Old Testament, God tempted Abraham by instructing him to kill his son and murder in the modern world is evil. Those two passages contradict each other. Do you care to explain why they do?" Uncle Max was silent. For a brief moment, he was silent. I watched as he closed his eyes and exhaled all the stress piled up in his chest. Even above thirty, he was still a handsome man.

A murmur rippled through the council. I felt Astrid’s hand brush mine—grounding, steady. Not pulling me back. Letting me stand. Lucian studied me for a long moment. “Very well,” he said at last. “Let the heir speak for himself.” The words tasted bitter. “I will not support the invocation of the Alpha God,” I said. “Not now. Not ever. Power that cannot be questioned will always rot.” My father’s expression didn’t flicker, but I felt the chamber lean in.

“What the hell am I meant to do with this?” The monk’s eyes burned with irritation at his swear word and Eli gulped, whispering an apology. Turning away from him for a moment, he returned with a large bible and plopped it on the desk. “Open the book of proverbs chapter 30, verse 8. And read it aloud.” It took a moment for Eli to find it, but when he did, he cleared his throat and croaked. “‘Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither povery nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.”