God Of Tennis Novels & Stories

He was just a rookie in the Academy of Superhuman, in the first grade, while the advanced warrior was a strong man in the third grade. Furthermore, it was the admired war god! Everyone War God was an extremely powerful presence! "Lain, what are you thinking about?" Vina, who was entwined on Lain and kept kissing Lain's cheeks, lips, and neck, had a confused look in her eyes. With a full of emotion, she looked at Lain. Lain saw her fiery desire in her eyes. It seems that she was a little... unbridled? 【System, is this the extra reward?】 Lain asked again!

On the fighting stage, Feng Jiutian gazed at Xiao Chen and said indifferently, "Mortal, have you seen clearly what a god is? Those socalled great skills of yours are unbeatable in the face of a god!" The cold wind swept through the square, blowing everyone's clothes hunting, at this moment, everyone stopped talking, everyone was silent. God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings ......

He casts a loving look in his wife’s direction. One of the other Gods steps forward, placing his right hand over his heart, giving Jamari a slight bow. “I am Set, better known as the God of War.” He tells her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “As you can imagine, this is a very exciting time for me.” He winks at Jamari, lifting his body from his bow. My mother rolls her eyes from behind him.

I took my time sipping my coffee, my tone carrying a trace of pity. "I'm laughing because you think you're clever, but you never even figured out what kind of man your biological father really was. "The truth back then wasn't what you think it was." Celia sneered. "My father's diary spelled everything out. You want to whitewash the Eckharts? Don't even try." I shook my head. "Your father didn't just falsify the books. He used his position to transfer twenty million from Eckhart Holdings into a private account in Switzerland.

It was excitement. They had been married for years without Silvia ever getting pregnant, and when they went in for tests, the doctor told them the problem was him. His sperm activity was extremely low. It was severe enough that natural conception was almost impossible. It was the deepest source of his insecurity, something he had never told anyone, not even Silvia or his own mother. Instead, he had watched Silvia drink those herbs and take those supplements again and again, using her suffering to hide his own flaws.

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

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!

Only Hephaestus, the young, misshapen fire god, has peeked in secret to welcome him home. – He is the only figure in the room, as he had planned. Installing a private gym at home has always been his choice. The pungent smell of fermented grapes hung heavily in the air. Silenus, his friend and familiar, calls it the 'Dionysus Effect', since he seemed to emit more of the scent when focusing too hard or churning with a lot of emotions.

the god chuckled and swatted the hammer away, pushing Reinlief back in the process. "Who are you? You speak as though you know me." Reinlief was surprised by the god's show of strength. How many could easily hold him back like this? He could count such gods in the palm of his hands. "Of course I do. I was the first to utterly obliterate you in an arm wrestling contest my friend." The god chuckled and said. Reinlief's eyes went wide with realisation as the god's figure overlapped with the image of a god in armour drinking several mugs of mead. With a voice that was full of shock he exclaimed, "Atlas?!" "It is indeed I, old friend"

“You really are a god, aren’t you? You cheated death. Only a god can do that.” He says nothing for a moment, but his eyes flick to a random corner of the room. “When we return home, you cannot say a word about this to anyone.” I struggle to understand why. “I need you to swear it.” “Why?” “Because this skill of mine isn’t natural. It goes against the Goddess. If I am a god, Lexa, I am the God of Death, sure, if we’re calling it what it is, and what I’ve done for you and Chessie has just allowed you to live a little longer for my own gain. That’s the only reason it worked. It’s not healing. It’s selfishness.”