God Of Football の小説・ストーリー

“Do you know who he is working for?” “Yes, he works for me. He is one of the library attendants. What is the meaning of this questioning?” ‘Ask the goddess if we can believe him baby.’ ‘Goddess, please we need help.’ ‘Yes, my child. I don’t have very long today.’ ‘That’s okay. I need to know if Alpha Tyler can be trusted against Hades.’ ‘Yes, he has been a great ally to the gods. He will be loyal to the end. He is also goddess gifted child.’

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

God! ****

Coach Ben continued. "Coach, there's still hope, but if your first thought is weakness, you'll never see the hopes that Boss G always gives," Lucian says you can wipe your sweat with a towel. Coach Ben furrowed. "Boss G? Who is he, anyway?" Alexa smiled and stared at Coach Ben. "Boss G, who created heaven and earth. The only God that all creatures in the world should praise and worship. " Coach Ben laughed at what Alexa said. "Your siblings are truly figurative in talking. Either way, I already know Boss G, and I'm thankful for him. "

"God what should I do?" ***

It somewhat rewinds and tells. “WELL YOU SEE, I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE ONE, BUT I AM THE MOST POWERFUL ONE, THE ORIGINAL AND IRREPLACEABLE ONE. I HOLD EVERYTHING AND PLAY THE SAME GAME, I KNOW EVERYTHING, EVERY BIT, AND WROTE DESTINY ITSELF, FOR YOU SEE, I AM GOD.” God. The word that’s circling in her mind for a while and somehow sipping right through and deep into her consciousness, where it echoes and rings like the only thing that ever existed in that time that she needed to process and believe.

Please make this match to be in my favor. I know that whatever will be favoring me is gonna be in favor of PSG. I put my prayer this way so that in case God doesn't answers prayers connected with football in terms of the fact that it depends on the seriousness and tactics of the individual players constituting each team, He would answer my prayer. I know God never fails me. This prayer continues in my heart until the final minute. Once I heard the whistle blow, I know it's over.