God's Perfect Idiot Novels & Stories

He was so arrogant! "Have you ever considered that maybe you overestimate your abilities? I need something stronger than beer to put up with this." I groaned in frustration. A mischievous smile appeared on one side of his mouth. "What are you thinking?" "You said something stronger..." "Stop it. You're really a pervert." "Whiskey... that's an acceptable answer since you want to play the Puritan." "Puritan? Is that what you call women who reject you?" "This game has just begun, and soon it will be you begging me to touch you."

Lucifer:- so this means, you feel for me, that means to stop loving me, I am such a fool who thought I have a loving father, I am the one who is most powerful and handsome, other gods envy me, how can that average looking and weak angle are better than me, why he gets what I want, what does he have nothing compared to me, he is not that cunning, he makes me sick. god:- do you know why are you not chosen, is because of your ego, you believe that nobody is above you and everyone is shit compared to you, and that attitude will going to destroy you, look at Jesus he never thinks highly of himself, I choose him because he is not perfect like you, that makes him perfect. Lucifer:- I can feel you a

Carefree The day I woke up feeling like I had gone ten rounds with the world heavyweight champion. I was so angry and hurt, I wondered if, in my sleep, I was fighting all night. Images of Victor's face kept creeping into my mind. He didn't seem like a mean or vindictive person. Sure, he was extra and a bit flamboyant in his style. Always perfectly dressed, rather casual, or in a suit and tie. Not a strand of hair ever out of place. So clean and orderly, a bit of a perfectionist. But even with all of that, he doesn't seem harsh or cruel. I moaned, forcing myself out of the incredibly comfortable bed, heading into the bathroom.

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

“Because God is doing it for me. He’s in Malawi, a shell of himself. That’s enough.” “You have made everyone believe you are this perfect man who always kept his hands clean, who’s forgiving. But I see it now. You don’t have clean hands. You just hide the dirt better than anyone else.” “Ok Judith, what now?” Judith paused. “How do you sleep without yourself?” “Like a baby. We are not going to have problems, right?“ “You need help.” He hung up and returned to the altar. Seemah walked down in a bridesmaid dress. Their eyes met and she blushed standing onto the other side.

“What ? You realize the mess you have fucked up, is that it?” “ I'm sorry, okay? If I had to do it again I…” I cross my arms against my chest waiting for him to finish his sentence. “If I had to do it again I…” “ Believe me, if I knew who you were, I would never have laid eyes on you. Damon Westwood” He sighs before looking up. “ I knew it wouldn't be long before you shed all the light on me." “You just confirm all the clichés.Rich hunks? Unable to

Dylan's deep-set blue eyes and facial features that resemble that of a Greek god made him the dream man of every woman. “Are you alright? You shouldn’t have taken off the IV just yet.” “It’s okay Tim. I’m okay as you can see.” Dylan assured him with a smile but Tim could not afford to return the gesture. “This is not funny at all. You really had me worried.” Tim complained, a frown forming on his forehead. “I know and I’m sorry.” Dylan rose to his feet. “I keep telling you to always keep an EpiPen on hand and to be mindful of the meals you eat outside.” Tim chastised, his voice firm. “You, of all people, know that nuts are a no-go. I cannot believe……”

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

Without knowing, I didn’t know I was already blurting out some nonsense that I thought was all in my head. “How could a guy like you exist? God, you’re perfect!”

I stood up and copied the way he walks putting my hands in my imaginary pant pockets. "CaLl mE Mr. HaRDiNg! Because if you call me by my first name I will lose it and throw tantrums like a fucking three-year-old!" "I am the worst! I am a human version of period cramps" I was enjoying this. I went on a few more minutes, roasting him alone. "I'm the proof that God has a sense of humor!" "I think I was dropped on my head when I was a baby... No, no, I didn't just drop. I was thrown in the air, smacked by the ceiling fan, and tossed out of the window! That is why I have half a brain"