God's Favorite Idiot Season 2 Novels & Stories

He always thought about him, always worried about him, always cared about him… “You’re an idiot,” Archer muttered into Lennon’s hair, voice rough with affection. “But you’re *my* idiot.” And he occasionally called him his idiot. Lennon laughed, the sound muffled against Archer’s shoulder. Archer pulled back and held his shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. “Never be scared to tell me anything, ever. We are best friends. That means I get the messy shit too, the scary shit, the gross shit—all of it. Lay it all on me.”

Ji took it fastly. Then after that, a God or something showed up. "So how's your trip?" A man with a familiar voice said. "You!" Ji and Georgia gawk at him. His face was angelic but damn! His voice was that ffucking fake God. "Free us now! Give our Leah back!" Ji shouted. Looking at them, God just smiled. "Oh... I pity you. Well, you can go now but—" He paused and then continued again. "But, I need you to give me the key. You have two keys right? Give me the other one and I will free you here." He said. "You!" Georgia called. "Okay. Here." Georgia decided. She took out a key and gave it to him. "Good. You actually gave me the weakest key. Nice teamwork by the way. And... I will tell you some

<<57>> * Always remember, God loves you. He doesn't love anybody else, one grain of sand more than he loves you. * **** ------ Joseph ------ Her reaction stunned me to the core and all of a sudden, I was unable to recognize the girl in front of me. It was then I realized how wrong it was to judge a book by its cover. If I had any doubts, then it was cleared up the moment she opened her mouth. “ You idiot. ” She hissed. “ How dare you get back together with that traitor you call a best friend? Who gave you the effrontery to do something as big as this behind my back, fool? ”

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

a young woman my age said As they keep giving they're opinion, I notice Asher clenching his fist in anger Of course who won't be angry after hearing them call you an idiot multiple times and by your family I frown, I felt pity for him I really don't want to interfere but I just couldn't let him be called an idiot , I'm the only one allowed to call him that! "Stop calling him an idiot!" Every eyes were on me "I understand you want to stand up for your husband But he is an idiot" a guy said I scoff "he isn't an idiot idiot, he is just different, he might not be as smart as all of you but he isn't an idiot , he's sharp , and he can be smart if taught,he feels things like any other person so fro

I just wonder if you'd give me the opportunity. Chrisoph clinked glasses with me. "I admire your way of handling things, especially in dealing with bullies." "Here's to a great partnership!" From Christoph's meaningful gaze, I understood that he knew I was about to teach Jenny a lesson. … In a way, it was a blessing in disguise. Jenny's scheme had led Christoph to notice me. Due to her schemes, I was able to bring her down successfully. The hidden camera outside her hotel room recorded everything that night. A total of 20 men knocked on her door. Even more shocking, one of them was a well-known director.

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle