God Game Book Novels & Stories

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

“Godfrey Cadden is a loyal player in Holy Beast World. If you go to his house, you should be able to see that his house is full of garage kits, stickers, and figurines, and you’ll realize how obsessed he is with this game. “If he can own a flawless, top-grade account, of which only five are available in the world, do you know what that means? It can’t be measured with money. Godfrey will become the brightest star in the Holy Beast World! “Two hundred million dollars is a huge amount of money, but it can’t make him the ruler of the gaming world. He can’t show off in Holy Beast World. “But the account I provided to him can satisfy his twisted needs.” After Dragon Claw heard that, he was furiou

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

He was scared of the unknown. It was almost like the very second he opens it, a new set of problems were going to resurface and unlike the last time, they just might consume him. Either way, he had to do it. He had to open the door, go to his room, meet his roommate and other friends perhaps late in the evening and pray things went well. The door squealed softly as it opened. Harold Girard walked into it with his travelling bag before him and just as mildly as he had opened the door, he closed it behind him.

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It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

"I brought a book I thought would help you." He pushed a thick moss-green book with a gold binding towards me. Gabriel always impressed me with his seeing abilities. Most wolf seers weren't this great. They'd usually only have a small number of visions and they were usually just bits and pieces. Gabriel, however, had visions as clear and long as the ones I have myself. I guess he saw me struggling and brought me a book. "Thanks." I told him, grabbing the book and inspecting it. "No problem. I'll see you later." He gave me a friendly smile, before heading off.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”