God Was Real And He Hated Us Novels & Stories

he asked softly. Ariadne's heart skipped a beat. She averted her eyes but Xander grabbed her face. "Eyes on me, Angel." Her breathing quickened as she looked at him. "I don’t know... When you were shot.... In that moment, I realized how short life is... to hold grudges... to hate someone forever." she whispered. "I prayed to God to save you. I felt like I had wasted so much time hating you, and if I got another chance, I would correct my mistake. But... I am afraid now..." she said truthfully.

the mapmaker continued, pointing to himself, "who came back with me. We... we felt the wall. We saw the iron." He touched his chest, right over his heart. "We brought the terror back. It... spread. Like a sickness. The soldiers... they would not build the new ships. They said... the beasts are the judgment of the gods." Kaden exhaled a sharp breath. "The trauma. It acted as an ideological virus. We infected their military with the fear of the grid." "There was a war," the mapmaker whispered, his blue eyes filling with tears. "A war of the city. The Emperor... is dead. The grid of the coin... is broken. The machine... stopped."

He smiled evilly with disdain all over his face. The God of War was angry. "God of War, Hadith has made a great contribution this time. If we can break through the great formation outside the star spirit and cultivate into divine bodies, we should all thank Hadith," the God of the Ocean said as he shot a meaningful glance at the God of War. "I believe in Hadith. No matter what, he is a Westerner. He will definitely not lie to us," the God of the Sun said with a smile. "Hadith, I also trust you," the God of the Ocean said.

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

Eden spoke hoarsely. “Honestly I hate to see you happy with that bastard. I wanted to kill you and that night I actually intended to eliminate you too after eliminating that bastard. Unfortunately God won't let me do it. Again I failed for the umpteenth time. I'm just getting worse with my sad life. Maybe soon the judge will sentence me to death because the man clearly won't pardon me.

“Things about the future. And every time it came true. Every, single, time. You can only ignore them so long before you have to admit to yourself that the voices you’re hearing are real.” “What did they predict? The lottery numbers?” “Tsk,” Johnathan clicks his tongue impatiently. “Don’t be flippant, Mara. Do you think the gods concern themselves with money and human greed?” He’s angry with me. I can’t really blame him. Mocking someone when they’re confiding in you is a shitty thing to do. “Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t think…it’s just…I don’t believe in the gods. In any gods.”

“That’s good then, right? A lot of people turn to God when they're going through something difficult.” I shook my head, “No. I am so angry at God. I’m trying to understand how God can be so damn cruel. Not just Julliette. Like baptizing, for example. Why do we believe people are born inherently bad? Babies that aren’t baptized go to hell if they die. Why let kids die anyway? And wars? I mean… There can’t be a god out there, right? If he were, he would be such an asshole.”

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

Chose to believe they were all jealous of what we had. I'm a firm believer of Christ and that every single thing happens for a reason. Perhaps this was a test from God, I failed the minute we committed fornication. I failed, but I'm choosing to correct it all by writing to you and making peace. Walking around with hatred is a burden for my heart, with knowing that where ever you're, you do not even think of me. You do not even feel a glimpse of guilt. I might even have to include my name or you might not remember. You have been around, I understand.

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very