God Hates You Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?

I tilt my head in wonder. “Are you the god of the wolves?” That would be crazy. The wolves have a king, so having a god will be a little too much, right? He doesn’t answer and this fuels a hidden anger within me. My face turns in a deep scowl and I pull my arm away from his grasp and surprisingly, he releases me, letting me go free. Letting me run from him and I don’t look back. ** ** ** ***

"But the iron is useless without the doctrine." Elias looked down at the Master Methodology. He reached out. With a slow, agonizing deliberation, Elias grasped the heavy parchment pages—all one hundred and thirteen types of emotional repair, the bridge holding, the truth reading, the warmth tracking. Thirty years of peace. He turned them all over. He found the first blank page at the back of the book. "We do not erase what Vassa built," Elias said softly, his silver eyes meeting Isra’s tear-filled gaze. "We preserve it. When the war is won, we will turn back to the front of the book."

I told him, voice low but firm, filled with an unshakeable resolve. I found myself unable to continue sipping my tea, as a profound sense of disgust toward him overwhelmed me. Frustrated and unsettled, I decided to retreat to my bedroom earlier than usual to seek some respite. Upon settling in, I closed my eyes and offered a quiet prayer to the Moon Goddess, asking for her wisdom and guidance to steer Brian onto a better path.

" I froze. It turned out that the tears Evan had shed by the delivery bed weren't for me. The reason he had renounced his worldly pursuits wasn't to pray for me as well. Everything he did was for Jade. All the affection he had for me was never real. The reason Evan had named our son Jadon Moore wasn't at all because of his gratitude to God—but it was because of her! All that talk about the most perfect and grand marriage of convenience—they were all merely his lies. I was nothing more than a pawn in the game of love between him and his first love. Those once-sweet words had now turned into sharp blades, slicing away at my sanity.

“Have all of those people rounded and brought to me now?” “Who do you think you are? Adolf Hitler? Do you think you can just shut people’s mouths because they pointed out the truth about you? You brought this upon yourself, Dame. Stop acting like someone is trying to ruin you. I warned you that this reckless life of yours will lead to chaos one day. But it seemed like I was the one disinterested in having fun.” “Stop it, man. Don’t start with you your sermon.” “It is no sermon. From what it seems, the goddess might be punishing you for rejecting and maltreating the poor girl who had loved you with all of her heart.”

She silently asks herself, "What if this is the bad Karma God has restored for me? A delayed one...What if I'm being punished since I tried to seduce one of the priest who swore loyalty to him." "Am I ready for this? Do I really have a stand on this matter?" Khana mumbled. Her heart pounded with guilt, fear, and uncertainty. "Am I being punished for my sins?" she murmured, more to herself than to Serina. Serina’s brow furrowed in concern. "Don’t think like that, Khana. You’re a good person. You’ve made mistakes, but so has everyone. You don’t deserve this." “Do I really not deserve it? A sinister woman who slept with a priest,’ says the back of Khana’s mind.

“Not at you. When I was sitting there with his foot in my chest all I could think about was how perfect my life is now and it wasn’t going to be ruined.” “It won’t. Don’t ever think like that.” His voice was reassuring. “And really he didn’t even assault me, I wasn’t raped.” “So you don’t deserve to be hurt?” He spat out the sentence. I shrugged. “Stop it. You hundred percent deserve to be hurt. He assaulted you. Because you’re a bad bitch and ended it before it began doesn’t mean shit.” My head went down and I chuckled. “I’m scared. What if you look at me differently.”

He said plainly and Atarah panicked. "It's........ it's..... nothing like that, I.........I...... can't even control it, it's........not my fault." She said and Amon just hummed thoughtfully. "How can you not believe me? Even after I had just told you." She said annoyed pursing her lips. "it's almost like you look cuter when you are angry." He released another plain statement. "Why would you say something like that?" Her face flushed and Amon face reddened for the first time.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!