God Of Football Novelas e Histórias

"But-but you should not be uncomfortable with showing softness, not around me. I do not think any less of people who emote fondness." The God bristled and his eyes darkened. A flash of anger radiated and one could also see fiery sparks ignite. His fist clenched and the temptation to crack the mortal across the skull was hard to resist but he couldn't. Anyone else would have felt the full force of his fury but instead he turned, biting his lip sharply. "To address a God as such is an insult," he hissed between gritted teeth "none as accustomed to being questioned by a mortal and none should be. Such a transgression would normally mean your skin would be split open by countless lashes; do you

Commentator A asked. “No, he really isn’t. How could a normal person do what he did? No, he’s not human. He is a god!” Commentator B shouted. Comments flooded the livestream channel again— “D*mn! S is a god!” “Repeat after me. S is a god!” “S! He’s the greatest of all time!” “S is the greatest of all time! D*mn, this match is practically a slaughterhouse for him!” Members of the audience in the stadium were all cheering while Team XS’s fans were equally excited—

"Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day." His words sent a stream of warmth rushing through my veins. I'd spent ten years guarding the nation's borders and earned that plaque with my blood and soul. With a sharp crack, Jude slapped the phone out of my hand and stomped hard on it. "You won't stop playing make-believe and calling the General, will you? You must think you're in some goddamn movie." Jude and the bodyguards behind him burst into raucous laughter, and their eyes were full of contempt.

" 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.

Hunter climbed off the couch and stood, grabbing his briefs that were tangled with his trousers before pulling them back on. The phone was still ringing. He glanced around the living room until he finally spotted it lying half out of his discarded pants pocket. It must have slipped out sometime during the night. The screen continued flashing. Hunter picked it up, expecting to silence an alarm. Instead, he frowned. It wasn't an alarm. It was a call. Dean Mercer flashed his phone screen, and Hunter groaned. Dean was the Titans' superstar winger. The boys often called him the Legendary Ladies' Man or the Wolf Who Hunted Prey.

“You had the power to connect people…!” I stood by the window as I look at him with a depressed look as I clench my fist. “If I can’t even protect one person… what does it have for me to become king…?” He stands, patting off the grass on him. “…Everyone makes mistakes, brat— even if it’s the God of Creation.” He said. “God does not make mistakes…! You are lying…!” Restia murmured. This story— no, this is history.

" Jax asked again The King chuckled... "No one noticed because no one conceive." Their faces hold confusion. "This is how the rumor starts. He was not born like us. The deities used the DNA of their carriers and their blood. And with their powers, the gift was born." "Wait, that makes him a demigod!" Theo exclaimed. Kaleb is feeling nervous suddenly. "Oh, I remember, I read it somewhere. There are only two people that are known as the deity's carrier. These people are the head councils of the Mages." Theo added. Kaleb felt more nervous. His hunch is confirmed when Theo speaks again... "The Knights."

A name that has been inscribed in the sands of time and will never be forgotten. A name that makes even the greatest of enemies tremble. A name that fights numerous battles before the bearer appears. Indeed, the name works just like the name of a God. It is possible to assert that the bearer is indeed God. G. O. D. The greatest among all. The same in the past, the same in the present, will be the same in the future. Never changes. God never does. His power is extraordinary. He is extraordinary. Who would dare offend him?

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

His chest heaved heavily with sadness and a little trace of tears appeared near his eyes but he pushed it back with all power he had. “Why did I go there?” He questioned himself as his chest was still heaving bitterly. Still there, A Ferrari Masterati Sports car sped up beside him from the tarred road beside and another man came out and rushed to him. “Gamma, are you fine?” The concerned fellow tried pulling him up. Gamma Adonai refused to bulge, as he ran his hand through his hair harshly, and for the first time since Alpha King Elon, (Nirvana’s husband) knew Adonai who was his best friend, he saw him cry.