God Was Real And He Hated Us Novels & Stories

The beating of his hard was still hard, and he was still making a cross sign with his arms as he stared at her in disbelief. He carefully watched the girl who was no longer looking at him. She was pouting, and her brows were furrowed, as if she was annoyed with what he said. "I don't understand why you people only remember your God when you're in trouble. It just shows the hypocrisy that is lying in your systems. Nor do I understand why you obsess over someone you haven't seen! Do you even know your religion killed a lot of people? Remember the Crusade! If I were to count the deaths because of your silly beliefs, it would take me a million years, okay, that was an overstatement. The point he

“How did we get to this point? Why do we have to suffer like this?” “They just can’t accept that we chose to pursue our love despite knowing that it was illegal in most people’s eyes. To them, people like us increase the likelihood of Gods rebelling. I did not disappoint Kaptan. He can take my place at any time. He was horrified that other Gods might begin to question his power, and he feared that they would attempt to overthrow his reign. He despised your guts as well. He made fun of you because you appeared weak to him, which is why he used you to defeat me,” he explained. “That’s ridiculous,” I said.

I don't even remember you. "But you can't deny that you know me," I spoke with an unshakable smile. "And you don't need a ready answer about your religion not to allow you to feel hatred and aversion to other people, sister. I lived for a while with dark creatures that didn't even come close to the horrible person you are, and don't believe you are. And look, they always knew that the worst was expected of them, but they were always the best. So, agree that all this will end sooner if we are honest with each other. Start by explaining to me the source of your hatred, and maybe you can survive after that.

I felt relaxed when the water soothed my leg with its calmness! God..I hate him..I hate him so much! Better I kill him tonight! *****

Evil is contagious). “Don’t you ever miss the old days when you were free to do what you wanted? Drink cool water, reach for the sun.” Weak, I know, but give me a break, I didn’t have much to work with. “There is no reason to disturb the soil for this purpose. It will not help release your friends.” “Why not?” I demanded to know. “Because the One True God will detect the change within his domain before you reach them.”

His eyes were fixed on me with unconcealed hatred. "I challenge your right to lead this pack while you're compromised by a traitor's daughter," he declared. "The Moon Goddess may have played a cruel joke, but we don't have to accept it." "A formal challenge?" Larry's voice was dangerously soft. "A formal challenge." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Through the mate bond, I felt Larry's complex mix of emotions,rage, anticipation, and underneath it all, a terrible fear. Not for himself, but for me.

I clutch my chest, shocked and afraid. “The gods greatly disapprove of you souls’ use of such unfiltered words,” is the response I get, instead of an apology for scaring the shit out of me. I inwardly scream that last bit out, so that he and whatever gods get offended. For some reason, it seems like they can’t hear the one thought I want them to. I hate them already. Every one of them. And I hate my friends for pulling this prank on me. “There is no need to hate your friends. This is not a prank," he says coolly.

"You are saying what? That if a woman and her son, who didn't know each other, had a long and wonderful marriage, helped others, gave to the poor, loved and were faithful, that when she died, God would say, 'Ha ha, I fooled you! Even though you never meant anything but good and love, I tricked you into incest without knowing it and so you're damned to hell? What kind of God would that be? What kind of God will condemn people with no hope of avoiding it? What kind of God will cares less for a life lived in his service, full of love and grace, because of some trick he played on them, trapping them in unknown sin? Is that the loving father that Jesus spoke of? How would you feel about a father

Did I even want to pray? As I continued to stare at Jesus' image, I felt another tear fall down my cheek. That tear was followed by another and another, and soon an entire sea of tears were trickling down my face. I stopped kneeling and sat on the wooden pew, my face in my hands. I sat there and sobbed, thinking that I shouldn't have even been in the church. I didn't belong there. God didn't want gays in his world. Lev. 20:13, "If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death. Their bloodguiltness is upon them." I was surprised that a giant hand of God didn't come down and zap me right then.

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.