I Am The Punishment Of God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world have their own ulterior motives, a dark side deep down, and a shameful side that nobody knew about. That includes me. However, at that time, Yvonne didn't have any of that. She was so kind, happy, and wonderful. Now that things have gotten to this point, I don't even know if Yvonne would still smile in the future like before. I don't know. She should've been the happy pill for all of us. Why did God want to punish her like that? What has she done wrong? Everyone in this world is making mistakes but not Yvonne. What has she done wrong that God wants to punish her like that? Why?"

You will be spared." Then came his redeeming words and I let out a relieved breath. “But you stay in the tower! Sin shall never again invade the kingdom of heaven! You will linger on the fourth level of the tower. This is your punishment for your sins! ”I looked at him a little shocked, but then nodded humbly. I couldn't do anything else either. If I refused, then God's punishment would hit me as well as the other sinners. That's how I would eke out my existence there. I was brought to the fourth level of the tower by God himself. The fourth level was somewhat hidden and only a small door led into the large rooms. As I walked through the door, I turned to him again and looked deeply hurt in

I. I felt my body vibrate as I slammed my fist onto the floor breaking down in tears. My forehead touched the floor as I just sobbed not caring how people looked at me or thought about me. Why wasn't God punishing me like that? why was I still fine while Sunny and Farhan suffered more? I was the one who did worse so why were they getting punished? I deserve to be in their place, they don't deserve this...they don't deserve any of this. End of flashback

I didn’t even know where the courage to respond in that manner came from, and it made my heart race. “Whether or not you are aware of your sin, it is obvious you must’ve done something to anger the Goddess, hence her punishment, which is what we are here to discuss,” An Elder whose name I didn’t know said. He was so old and wrinkly I doubted he had the strength to shift into his wolf–assuming his wolf hadn’t already died. “You cannot conceive. You cannot provide the pack with a clear future,” the same Elder said. His tone was so accusing and hateful one would think I hindered him from the finer things of life.

"You killed him! You let that monster murder him!" The Moon Goddess stepped closer, her form towering and flickering like a flame caught in wind. "No. I simply watched. And I waited." Lila’s breath came in shallow bursts. Her heart thundered in her chest. "You think this is divine punishment, don’t you?" the goddess whispered. Lila nodded slowly. "You're not wrong," the Moon Goddess said. Her silver eyes narrowed, voice dripping with scorn. "But don’t flatter yourself. You’re not being punished because you failed. You’re being punished because you dared to ask for more."

"Since then, I have been living alone in this world. I have no one to call mine now because I have realized that I have no right to live after ruining others. I made you an orphan, and God slowly took away my beloved family one by one, tragically..." He looked up, intertwining his hands together. "I had been punished by God for my sins. All these years, I have only been breathing and waiting for God to stop it. Every single day, I think of going back to New York City and surrendering myself, but I cannot do that until I face death myself. In those few minutes, I visited hell, but God gave me a second chance. Maybe it's for you to get your justice... I will come with you, young master, and be

I couldn’t help the sarcastic tone in my voice. The Goddess had clearly watched me struggle through life and yet she hadn’t given any care. She’d seen my comfortable life turned upside down, my dad’s death, my people slaughtered, and me being sold to the whorehouse, and yet she’d done nothing. She didn’t care. Thus the only logical explanation for her presence was that she wished to punish me for all my sins before dumping me in the purgatory. “You have a sharp tongue and use it quite often despite your lack of knowledge,” said the Goddess. Her beautiful golden eyes glistened and for a moment there, I saw a glimpse of pity. “That is what got you into this mess, my child. That is what made yo

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.

"I... I moved out. It's not safe there." "Not safe?" her father snarled, spit flying as he lunged forward, restrained by the counselor. "You ungrateful bitch! I've raised you alone since that whore left us! And this is how you repay me, stealing my money, whoring around? You're a disgrace, a filthy little slut just like her! Life's bitter truth is you owe me, blood is blood, and you'll pay for betraying it!"

A horrible understanding washed over me. I deserved this. The coffin wasn’t just a prison—it was punishment. A sentence handed down for a crime I had committed, though I didn’t know what that crime was. My chest burned as I gasped in the darkness, and the men’s faces hovered in my mind, their eyes boring into me with that same look of disgust. My lips moved, and I began to whisper words that even I did not understand. “Forgive me, Moon Goddess. Please, forgive me. I know I deserve this, but mercy can be meted out too. I plead for mercy, please, Moon Goddess.