God's Perfect Idiot Novels & Stories

'If anyone can hear me... please... help me... I beg you... If you can... if there's one person who can hear my voice... please get me out of this place' "I live like a puppet. I did just what my parents told me. I did my very best to do as what they said. I gave my all just to be called as a perfect daughter. A perfect... perfect girl... that is suited for this perfect family. A perfect child for my perfect parents. A perfect daughter for my perfect mom and perfect dad... and this perfect world... everything must be perfect!"

I said. “Gods are not perfect beings,” said Sidapa. “I’ve never thought of myself as perfect. I even thought I was cursed because I possessed this power. I never asked for it, but I had to live my life with it and bear the consequences” he added, his face hurt. I couldn’t agree with him more. He and I were identical. We both questioned our abilities and existence because we felt we didn’t perform well in our roles. This brought us together, and our differences aided our inquiries.

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

Logan was only given a brief description. 'Owner of a powerful company, man of his words, devilishly handsome, most eligible bachelor, 23-year-old young entrepreneur' '23-year-old young entrepreneur, owner of a powerful company, man of his words, devilishly handsome, most eligible bachelor' These are some of the words used to describe him on various websites. There were also numerous photographs of him. But I must confess. Except for his annoyingly chauvinist and egotistical personality, this man is a Greek God.

He laughed hysterically. Gina's voice trembled. "What have you taken? Surely it is defective. You didn’t get the divine blood." Chad's smile twisted. "My masterpiece. A pill designed for perfection. Defective? Yes. But potent? Of course, and that so called divine blood will enhance its powers.” He laughed. “You are crazy!” she spat at him. "Oho! No little bunny. I’m not crazy, but I am a new specie created with my own hands. Enhanced strength, unmatched intelligence. I am the perfect being." His eyes blazed. "I'm unstoppable."

"He was perfect.” "Maybe a little crazy," Penelope corrected. From the way she said that, I almost thought she remembered her brother's outbursts of anger. But she smiled when she said, as if she was making a joke that was not funny in my view. "My family idolizes him like a God.” It was strange to say that word. She repeated herself in each of my nightmares. Jonathan had said something about weak-minded people who needed a God to follow. I never thought that my own family would be included in this type of group.

The only godmother we have is our heart sustaining us. I looked up at him again and he was still looking at me. The only godmother we have is our heart sustaining us. Giiiiiiing The bell went off and the next period was Music and Visual Arts. He stood up and dusted imaginary dirt off his trousers. 'I'll see you later.' I watched him walked out of the classroom and I reached for my bag to pick my music note. He believed people's words and he never listened to himself. It took him so long to realize he's actually the most beautiful swan of them all.

“It seems you’re busy twiddling with the door with your back, brother.” River’s voice materialized, making Josh’s lids fly open. He stabilized his hands to be perfect, not moving a single link. Josh’s stepbrother, he could never forget an another preacher scolder presence. “I’m fine. Just having a presumption of pressure in my chest right now,” he explained, hoping to avoid a scolding session. “Weakness is your determination, perfection is your peak. Now stand up before I tell Father that you’ve been lying on the floor with chicken legs and a chicken mind,” River said. He was impulsive, a perfectionist in Josh’s sight.

“He’s not the end. He said it himself. The Clean Slate isn’t one man. It’s an idea.” Gideon coughs—blood on his teeth. “You can’t kill an idea, Amara. You can only starve it.” I kneel—eye level with him. “Then I’ll starve it,” I say. “Every wallet. Every account. Every person who believes in your ‘perfection.’ I’ll take it all. And I’ll give it back to the world they tried to erase.” His eyes flicker—something almost like respect. “You’re more like me than you’ll ever admit,” he whispers.

Well, he thinks it's seductive while I think it's stupid, ugly and disgusting. "What was the meaning of the stupid note you left me?" I asked with my gaze glued to the front. "Well, you're welcome." I scoffed and poured myself another shot. "A little girl like you shouldn't be drinking something as strong as this." "I'm not a little girl prick." I snapped as I turned to face him only to get my eyes collided with a demigod. Why didn't I see this guy's face clearly yesterday? Oh wait, it was dark. This is what I'll call perfection. A special created creature. Look at that sparkling eyes, or is it the flawless skin we should talk about? Oh, look at his perfect sized pointed nose. His lips is su