Drops Of God Book Novels & Stories

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

He fixes his eyes glasses as he opens his arms in an embracing way, smiling and calling. “Well, well, well just when will this book opens?” Asking, yet taunting a warning, but somehow envy, pictures of the twelve as show and flashes fast in front of him. With the images that resemble the original, yet life spins in different directions o the GOD’s will and wants. This very book and world’s design are slowly consuming his patience for the day to come. “Just open it, shall we open, the book of Dylan?” Drawing his favorite and favorable sinister smile, the past and ticking time of that day, flashes back, as he whispers the same words.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

In sleep, he looked so much like the toddler I had raised in that tiny, sun-drenched apartment—innocent, soft, and entirely human. I sat up, my movements ghost-quiet. My first task of the day was the most dangerous. I reached for my bag on the nightstand, my fingers trembling as I pulled out the small, unmarked vial. The **Amber Drops**. I looked at the golden liquid inside, a substance that was both our salvation and our death sentence. If Silas ever caught me administering these, the fragile “forgiveness” he was begging for would turn into a different kind of fire.

She took the glass in one sip and passed it without making a gesture through the drink, which looked like liquid fire. “It's something I read in a book called “I fell in love with my guru”, From the title, I assumed it was a love novel, and in part it was, although it also had themes of self-help and spirituality. In one part, he explains that people are like magnets and that they attract things.” He filled the glasses again and looked at the bottle that was about to be empty.

My scarred, burned flesh met his calloused, unyielding grip. "Then grab your shovels, Corren," I said, my voice carrying across the silent, waiting plaza. "We have forty-nine anchors to drop. And we are not stopping until the whole world beats as one." Chapter 111: The Descent of the First There is a terrifying intimacy in digging your own salvation out of the dirt.

It caressed my skin like invisible hands — sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing between my thighs without ever quite touching. My breath hitched. A soft, masculine chuckle seemed to echo in my mind, low and ancient and pleased. I should have closed the book. Instead, I sank into my chair, legs parting slightly of their own accord, and began to read. The god’s name pulsed on the page like a heartbeat. Tah. And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

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The first one to realize was the leader, but somehow the leader dropped his head on his knees and bowed down. "Hail to the gods!" The leader said aloud. His instinct and good sense told him that these were beings praised by all, a god. "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" The world's population of no more than 1000 people joined in bowing and speaking out. This made the old man called god smile. "Could evoke intelligence simply by feeding on the demonic beast, this little world is quite exciting. I think this is the right place "the old man stretched out his hand. A thin light came out of his index finger, streaming toward the leader and entering between his eyebrows.