God Was Real And He Hated Us Novels & Stories

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.

“Do you doubt me? I have the word of the Lord on my side. He told me to come here and let them know they aren’t welcome here in America. We’re a God-loving country.” Jessie loved guys like these. He was just making her day as she laughed. “Wow. God talks to you? That’s great. Could you tell him that I’d like world peace and Elvis 73 Laurann Dohner back? I dream about him hooking up with some cool metal band. They could make some kickass music together.”

I had been watching the minutes tick off for several hours and hadn't slept a second of it. I hated feeling guilty. God was kind enough to give us that emotion so we'd do His bidding without much effort on His part, but that didn't work on me anymore. I knew that if God had a mother, she had no clue who His father is, and He'd probably fucked her, maybe even to make Himself. The whole living outside time and space thing made just about anything possible for Him, and He didn't even deserve to take credit for that. I also knew that lying, mother fucking bastard probably laughed at us for believing He actually loves us.

"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?

I am still shaken up from what I nearly did then but I am happy that the horror scene is finally gone because if I had mistakenly told her about it, all the drama that would have unfolded would feel like a scene in a horror movie to me. You know sometimes I feel like I am hated in heaven or wherever the hell we go to after we die. I have always felt like the Moon Goddess and all her co. Gods hate me very much because if they didn’t all this things happening to me would not have been happening. Maybe it is because of the sins of my father that they hate me this much even though I do not know what even my father can do that would bring this much hate down to his son…or maybe it’s my guts and m

I stare at my feet. "Why did you mention him so much?" He asks. "Do I?" My eyes widened one more time. He silently nods. I inhale and exhale continuously, "I want to punish him, not God, not someone else."I pause, " I don't believe in God. If there is one. He must have not written such heartache in our life. There wouldn't be any crime on the earth, only good people." "Wrong!" I glance at him with furrowed brows, "God exists in people like you." He holds my hand, "He loves all."

“Once in college, Damen and his lab partner went out on a date.” “What no! Stop!” He tried to stop her. “The girl was allergic to sunflower seeds. She didn't know it at that point. She had a severe attack after having only one bite from her salad. He got so scared. He thought she was dying, and he almost started crying.” She said between fits of laughter. “What?” Penelope laughed. Damen was so embarrassed. He covered his face with his hands. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” He shook his head. “Ah! It's fine we are all friends. And friends should know about each other's embarrassing moments.” She patted her shoulder.