God Was Real And He Hated Us Novels & Stories

"Don't tell me you actually like these kinds of underhanded tricks that this bastard uses?" "Naturally, I wouldn't like the person who almost killed me," Sirius answered. Well, I sympathize with his problems, though. These crazy fanatics targeted him for no reason at all, and as a result, they created a terrifying monster. Religions had always had an unimaginable power throughout history back in my world, and that was even without knowing for sure whether a god existed or not. In this world where gods' existence seems definite, should I say that their reactions could actually be characterized as mild? I should watch my words from now on. I don't want to have Apollyon's ending.

I asked. “I just want you to remember that it’s not the Messiah you should be afraid of. It’s the worst of the worst. It’s me you should fear because even your God is on my side.” “The Supreme is on your side?” “Yes.” “I can’t believe that. My God can never side with evil—” “Your God is also the one who created all evil? If he wished, he could have made the world with pure goodness, but he didn’t.” “Do not disrespect the Supreme.”

because what other reason would that be? God wouldn’t require anything from the creations other than Love, because God was already all-powerful and all-knowing. So Harriet concluded. “I think those so-called ‘gods’ are something else entirely,” Harriet said. “We are something else entirely.” Now that she also became someone with the ‘potential of Godhood’, she had some suspicions. “Those gods who competed for the rights of worlds, those gods who strive for more power... they were not real gods,” she muttered.

Pastor Solomon was interrupted. "God does not know who I am. If He does, then He hates me and doesn't care about me. I would have said that He does not exist that would be undermining what He did in your life. I guess He has favorites, those He cares about and those He does not care about," Dr. Charles was interrupted.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

I can’t help but to chuckle at his obvious disdain for my mother. “What do you mean, you guess?” He stops walking, lip curling into a snarl, “You know what I hate more than anything in this world?” Enzo’s fingers curl into a fist, “Someone who hides behind the illusion of a man to excuse their shitty behavior. If your mother’s almighty God really did exist, he’d fucking hate her guts.” “What’s your take on your Goddess then?” “What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Enzo continues walking without so much as a backwards glance.

Cassian replied breezily. “You know what I mean,” Eli said, sitting upright. “You’re supposed to be… I don’t know. Pure. Not thinking about kissing people. Especially not guys.” Cassian took a deep drag from the cigar, voice flat now. “Maybe that’s exactly why I’m here.” The quiet that followed wasn’t comfortable. Eli swallowed. “Do you think you hate yourself for being… this way?” Cassian looked out over the water. The sky had turned gold. “Nah,” he said finally. “But I hate God for making me this way.”

“Have you?” “No,” he says at last. “But I know of the place.” “You knew and you said nothing?” This time, he did glance at me. It was just a fraction of a second, but I could see the guilt in his eyes. “I’m ashamed...of my own. I’m ashamed that they would do something so…heinous and unnatural. Surely God will judge them harshly.” “Uh-huh,” I grunt. “All the gods will.” “There only one--”

She said and I already know what she was going to say next. “I am not going to ask her.” I declared before she could even mention it. “End of discussion. I am not going to beg before her for any favours. You of the most people know these gods don’t hear our prayers. They are just one kind of pathetic full of shit people who called themselves gods.” I growled at the last word. God. I hate that word from the bottom of my existence. “So much hatred when you were brought up among the gods.” She commented and looked away.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone