God's Last Wish Novels & Stories

Fiarra suggested. “And how am I going to find it?” I raised my voice. “I will help you! I am your destined one. You can rely on me.” she winked at me while taking me in a hug. “You are devastated by your friend’s death but it will not stop you from living your life. Her end was fated and god had other plans for her. Let it go! You can focus on yourself.” “How?” I asked her. “I am waiting for this fire to extinguish so I can lead the path for you.”

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

greets a chubby man who has been watching me since I arrived. "Read it out loud, I want to know what that bald man wanted to leave" I order the fat man, his voice was very familiar to me and of course it was, he was the same one who called me to inform me that my father had died, the chemos were not enough, who would say that a man as powerful as him, would lose against cancer, but against cancer, anyone can lose, you must be god's favorite to be able to fight that crap. "As you order sir...To my dear Victor, I leave every one of my belongings which I specify below, the mansion in the United States, the residences in Spain, the hectares of the golf course in France—" the man is interrupted b

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

He pulled it out, noting the lack of a caller ID, but answered it anyway. ​A calm, chillingly familiar voice spoke into his ear. "You've disappointed me, Damien." ​Damien remained entirely silent, his jaw clenched. ​"You have one final opportunity," Victor continued, his tone conversational yet lethal. "Bring the girl to me before sunrise." ​"And if I don't?" ​"You already know the answer to that." The line went completely dead. ​Damien slipped the phone back into his pocket. "That was your boss," she stated.

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.

“I… I don’t think… I can…” “Mavis…” he called in a more urgent tone. “Mavis!” Hestia’s grip on him loosened. Her hand fell to her side as she felt too weak to keep up her performance. She cursed her body for refusing to cooperate with her, especially that that moment was a good chance to show Venice that there was something between her and Grayson after a night together alone. But she could not fight it any longer. Her strength slowly slipped away from her. The last thing she heard was Grayson’s troubled voice calling out to her twin sister’s name, Mavis. Before Hestia fell asleep in his arms, she wished that Grayson would sound more pained and in despair once she completed her revenge on hi

I said to him. "Fine." Christian replied. "Sorry about that, this is going to be the last time I ever say such a thing to you. Is that okay?'' I considered for a moment before nodding my head. "Yes. It's for the best." At my response, he walked out of the door leaving me to wonder if the decision I just made was the best or something I would be joining to my list of regrets. Great, Belle. Great. ************************* The days passed by swiftly without Christian and I saying more than ten words to each other everyday. His birthday was drawing closer and I had no idea how his progress with the takeover was coming along.

“Your power to grant wishes…. Was that something you already had when you were alive, or did you gain it after becoming… whatever you are now?” The moment the last word left my mouth, the black mist erupted, wrapping tightly around me. It reeked of blood, so dense and suffocating it felt almost solid. The fury inside it pressed down on me like a tide, ready to drown me whole. After what felt like forever, I finally heard his answer. “…When I was alive.” --- Final Day. The system’s voice rang out: [Final Quest: “Wish” has been issued.] [Each player may now make one final wish to the Boss.]

“Quite the opposite.” She breathed in profoundly, turning her body to confront him, but never losing eye contact. She bit her foot lip as she talked, her voice steamy. “What is the inverse of a witch?” she asked. Talon closed his eyes and inclined his brow against hers. Cassie did the same, her heart vacillating in her chest like a feathered creature in a cage. His breath tickled her lips, titillating her once once more. “A fucking goddess,” he breathed.