Novel & Cerita God Was Real And He Hated Us

“Fuck off you know that’s not true. Stop doing this.” “Stop what?” I felt a tear in my eye. No Harper, don’t do it. “Thinking I look down on you for your job. I don’t it’s getting boring.” “Boring?” “Yeah. You told me you weren’t ashamed. You’re not acting like it.” “I’m not ashamed I love my job but people think a certain way.” I rubbed my eye to get rid of my tears. “I don’t. I’m not people. Look if you must know when I know you’re working,” he paused looking around.

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”

"Oh God..." ***

"But instead of helping, you did something even more wrong, Austin. You escalated the situation and made things worse." Austin's face reddened, his jaw clenched in defiance. "I did not do anything wrong," he insisted, his voice rising. Christopher raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. "You don't like Sara, do you?" he asked, his tone knowing. Austin's expression twisted in distaste. "Yes, she's an attention-seeking woman, and I don't like her," he spat, his voice venomous. Christopher's eyes locked onto Austin's, his gaze piercing. "If you hate her that much, then why did you go after her to help?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

“Do you really think that just because you’ve stolen a goddess’s immortality, you have earned the right to call yourself a god?” “Who said I want to be the god of the new world?” He folded his arms across his chest as he towered over me. “My enmity is with your moon goddess and to destroy her. I need to destroy faith in her and that won’t until I obliterate all her worshippers. You see, darling, I don’t wish to save anyone because I, too… have been looking… for my revenge.” His voice turned hoarse with bitterness, and his aura thickened with primal hatred.

They made me believe they loved me, they made me believe I was important to them. " They should all go to hell!" I yelled and bumped my fist on the floor. " Bastards! Go to hell and rot!" I yelled, my body trembling with fury. I just hate everything about me, my life, the people around me, and my existence. The moon goddess is such a bitch and she deserves to go to hell! Out of the good men out there, she chose to mate me to bastards twice not considering my feelings. She should just end my life instead of suffering me this way. It's just too much for me, the pains are just too much for me to handle.

“No. I’m done listening. You made this hand to make yourself feel better, right? You want me to accept it, so you feel better, right? Then fine, just leave it. I don’t need to use it but at least your conscience can rest knowing it’s fucking done. Go back to your family!” “Please… Just tell me why you hate my father so much!” “Because! Because he was painted a fucking god!” I thunder, unable to stop myself. “I thought he’d be able to help us, but he couldn’t! He fucking only cared for himself and for his loved ones!” There. I fucking said it. She freezes as she stares at me. She wants to hear it, no? Then I’ll give it to her.

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.”

"Don't ever say that. There's a God and he loves us." I took a bite of my bacon and moaned. It tasted so well. Strangely well since it really didn't look like the one my mom usually made. I could feel his eyes on me and I swallowed my food looking up at him again. "I don't know why you're looking at me like this, but I'm not going to take back what I said. There's a God and he loves us." I deadpanned and continued with my food. From the corner of my eye, I noticed he didn't touch his food. "Even if there's a God, he's dead to me." He said and stood up leaving me speechless. Was he a devil or what?