God Hates You Book Novels & Stories

A deal with a devil is equal to inviting hell before death. _______________________________________ Alright, guys before you exit the chapter kindly read this paragraph. I need your support guys. Please help me. My other book called Damon's Possession is being copied word to word by some shameless person who shamelessly refusing that she has copied my work. So it's a humble request please go to Mangatoons and report a book Dark Romance by Slave of almighty. Report the book it's a word to word copy of my Damon's Possession. The lady didn't even care to change a lot of names of characters and also it's a copy-paste of my book.

The woman was left speechless and so surprised she couldn't help but stare as Zoe was passing. "This bi*** of Lin Zoe." she ground her teeth as she lowered her head angrily "Even though I have been here just for two years I can have more than one trick in my bag." The woman murmured in a calm evil voice "Uh oh! I just got a new enemy." She said in an evil tone

"God what should I do?" ***

Did this demon want . After the words had subsided, a black mist appeared in the devil's hand. This cleared up again, however, and in his hand was a thick, black book, which opened as if by itself and presented the content written in red. Godric stepped back a little. He had read and heard a lot about it. Some had something like this as an accessory, satanists as a set of rules and now, probably for the first time, it was conjured up by the devil himself in front of a person! "No way! Put the book away again! Such a book, soiled with sin, will not be read in my presence! ”Godric shouted, a slight panic in his voice. The dark aura of the book could be felt clearly. It went through his marrow

Please forgive him and let the gods handle this matter. Sadiq ➡ gods! What gods? Where were they when my mother was thrown into the dirt, where were they when my mother was sexually abused, where were they when my mother was killed? Where were they? The gods don't care about us.. They're just sitting high in the heavens watching humans suffer and tear each other apart.. I've longed forgotten about the gods.. All those people that have wronged me and my mother and father.. I'm going to make them pay.. Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. .

“That’s good then, right? A lot of people turn to God when they're going through something difficult.” I shook my head, “No. I am so angry at God. I’m trying to understand how God can be so damn cruel. Not just Julliette. Like baptizing, for example. Why do we believe people are born inherently bad? Babies that aren’t baptized go to hell if they die. Why let kids die anyway? And wars? I mean… There can’t be a god out there, right? If he were, he would be such an asshole.”

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.

Her eyes dragged from me to her papa, whose face was still a shade of purple and red from pain. Ava sighed and took a step closer, flashing me a smile through gritted teeth. “Can you let go of him already? You’ve already made your point clear. Now let go.” Oh wow, commanding type.. “So sorry, Little ballerina. Too bad I don’t take orders from you.” My voice turned hard like steel and my eyes darkened. Beyond every shade. If there was one thing I hate so fucking much, that would be taking orders. My brothers and the Bratva knew how much I hated taking orders so they let me do my thing.

Thank God. “You fucking bastard!”

I am good. I followed the rules, always did my best, and yet one bad thing after another happens to me. And yet my father, a bad man, is alive while nearly half a dozen people lay six feet beneath the earth for being good. How does this make any sense? How is this God's will? Why does God punish the good? Fuck God’s will. Fuck God in general. Didn't I make it clear that I don't want to hear from him anymore? That I want nothing to do with him, or anything remotely related to him?