God Is A Bullet Novel Novels & Stories

I thought God had me in mind when he carved every inch of her. Do not get me started with how sexy she looked whenever she had a gun aimed at someone, especially at me–divine. Her first bullet pierced me and I almost screamed from the pain. But the second one came almost immediately and instead of screaming, my lips tilted up into a smile. I was so proud of her for not hesitating. Ginevra looked so fucking hot pulling that trigger on me and I could’ve sworn my cock kickstarted in my pants. Sick. I knew I was not entirely sane and I was unapologetic about that.

Giordano’s POV Pain was a strange thing. It didn’t just burn—it hollowed. Giordano Romano lay in a makeshift hospital bed inside a private safehouse, hooked to machines, thick gauze wrapped around his chest and abdomen. The bullet had missed his heart by millimeters. The surgeon called it divine luck. Giordano didn’t believe in luck. Only war. The last thing he remembered was Alessia screaming. Then blackness. Now, light.

Then he looked at Liam's vehicle, and none of them had left their cars or made a move. “He’s trying to keep his hands clean from his sister's deeds, but it's late for that,” Gabriel mumbled. He then heard a bunch of noise with the same sound coming towards him, and at that instant, he slid to the ground as multiple bullets came flying over him, and then banged in different areas of the vehicle causing every glass on the car to shatter. Gabriel hastily stood from the ground and raced towards Guss’s car while dodging bullets. The moment he reached the backdoor of Guss’s vehicle a bullet skinned his arm, and then hit the window glass, leaving only a scratch because the glass was bulletproof.

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 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.

"And that begins with your little toy...I know many a man and woman who would love to play with him before his life is again extinguished to feed me." Am-Heh saw red. The rawness of those memories burning his blood. With his waning strength he grabbed Babi's arm, tearing the limb from the socket and delivering a blow that shattered the sneering jaw. Teeth pierced and embedded in the roof of his mouth, others slicing his throat his throat as they slipped downward. Gagging, Babi sprawled back, grabbing at his severed limb and gargling curses. He gestured madly to the watching humans who started forward. But a heat rose around the fallen God, pushing them back when they were within touching dis

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..."

The gunman gnashed his teeth, and he felt like someone tricked him. “It was a miracle. God helped me,” Amy hissed, feeling a slight satisfaction out of seeing the baffled expression on the gunman’s face. “I’m sorry, darling. But there is no God,” The gunman spoke gently while burning his dead eyes into Amy. “There is a God, darling, and he helped me win your pathetic game.” Amy couldn’t believe she was still engaging the gunman. She felt a familiar calmness possessing her soul, and she didn’t fear the gunman. Instead, she pitied him. “I’m leaving,” Amy told the gunman through a frigid tone of voice. She quickly turned her back on the madman.

Mellow was saying but then abruptly pauses and sighs, “actually, the one you never heard about, I guess.” “So you’re immortal as well; a back-from-the-dead creature. What kind of fable-turned-reality god are you?” I ask gleefully. Instead of the man to reply, he carefully adjusts the rear-view mirror, staring through it for a while. I look at it too, but I realize his attention is on Mellow. And I must steal it. “God of bullets?” I shift in my seat to directly face him… “because you are yet to tell me all about those bullets you dodged.”

Elika screamed dropping to the ground beside her brother, his eyes rolling back into his head as blood oozed from the gaping hole in his chest. “No!” she cried out, placing her hands over the wound as the dark lord laughed once more; eagerly walking towards them. Her brother gasped for air, struggling to breathe as the wound worsened, the princesses heart swelling with fear, she knew that her uncles gun was laced with a special liquid, a substance that Hades created to kill other immortals. Darkous' hands were laced with it the night he killed Chronos, and now it was on the bullet imbedded in Timmy's chest. Tears slipped from her eyes, falling onto her brothers face as she prayed for him to