I Once Saw The Face Of God Mga Nobela at Kwento

I do not know if I am angry or afraid of what I might do if I let the anger win. I close my eyes. “God, please help me resist this temptation.” My fingers tighten around the edge of my diary. “Please. Just this once. Just for today.” Then— “Let me.” The voice is quiet. Calm. Too close. A pale hand enters my line of sight. Pale, long and elegant fingers. They move with slow, deliberate grace as they reach for one of my books. Slowly, I lift my eyes. Higher. Higher. Until I see the face above me. And suddenly, the whole world disappears. Because the face staring down at me is the one face I never expected to see.

I say suspiciously. He silently chuckles, “Met many have you?” He smirks. I cover my cheeks as they start to burn. He’s right, I’ve never met a God, how would I even know what one is supposed to look like? I notice him watching me with a small smile. “If it helps, we have an alternate form, we just don’t use it very often.” “How come?” I ask curiously. “Because your brain would implode if you were forced to look upon it,” he says bluntly.

he forced his assistant to speak. “He didn’t react when the demon mentioned you are a god.” The moment those words sank into his ear, he rushed going upward and grabbed Yric’s arms. Their eyes met when Yric turned towards him. “What’s wrong?” Yric even asked him. He took a deep breath before speaking. “How do you know I am god? We didn’t tell you that truth.” He removed his hand from his arm. “Are you forgetting something? I can read faces. You’re not an exception.”

Blipp…blip…blip the clinging sound filled my ears and mind. It was so sweet like water drops falling down on a Chrystal glass. I felt at peas like there was nothing in the world that could ever get me out of my happy state. 'Am I with the gods, have they blessed me to become part of paradise?' Blipp.. blipp.. SMASH I heard it before I felt it, the burning sensation that pinched my face the throbbing that ached in my cheeks from the blow I just received. My eyes flew open and as I realized I could not focus my sight. I got more aware of my body, it hurt and screamed in pain at me. 'I am still alive, but why?'

It somewhat rewinds and tells. “WELL YOU SEE, I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE ONE, BUT I AM THE MOST POWERFUL ONE, THE ORIGINAL AND IRREPLACEABLE ONE. I HOLD EVERYTHING AND PLAY THE SAME GAME, I KNOW EVERYTHING, EVERY BIT, AND WROTE DESTINY ITSELF, FOR YOU SEE, I AM GOD.” God. The word that’s circling in her mind for a while and somehow sipping right through and deep into her consciousness, where it echoes and rings like the only thing that ever existed in that time that she needed to process and believe.

“And oh, the baby was never mine. THEY are the fathers. And trust me, even the devil curses every morning when they wake up.” ~~~ ISA POV They say the moment you are looking at death in the face, you see and hear things. Those who have once, at some point in their miserable lives, experienced what death tastes like and lucky enough to have made it back, stand proudly and preach in the synagogues about how they escaped death. Some claim they saw God and heard Him addressing them about how they haven't finished their 'tasks' on earth. Some say they saw nothing but darkness, which may probably mean they escaped hell. While others swear boldly on their heads that they saw fairies reaching out to

He barks, and I cry in pain and horror as I lay on the floor between these three monsters. My brain has abandoned me, and I have no idea what to do. Even if I scream, no one will hear me as the place is very isolated. I was never used to believe in God. sure, I went to church with my family as a child and teenager. But when I became an adult and finally began to leave my life. I was just too occupied to have time for God. Someone so perfect and blameless seems too good to be true to me. I always used to wonder why Sia's has eyes lit up whenever she spoke about this God. However, right now I don't care if I believe in him or not. I am praying my heart out to him.

He took a sharp intake of breath as the world remade itself. Suddenly, the scene was dark. It was quiet except that, in the dimly lit place, he could see flowers blooming on the ground where he laid. Him, now in his mature body, looked at the near distance where a pair of feet comes his way, stopping right in front of him. Dionysus looked up, eyes wide and jaw hanging open, upon seeing a face so beautiful - it took his breath away.

Warm kisses of air showered my face. I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Grip’s sleeping face. My lips formed a smile on their own. See-ers are warned through their visions and some visions come in a form of dreams. I got a three-fourth of a sweet dream and one-fourth of a nightmare and seeing Grip first thing in the morning washed my worries away.

"Recently I can't understand, which of the two of us has a problem with eyesight, why do I make a face that you don't like?" “You told me to wait for you to discuss vision issues?” She glanced at the always-loving face of the Fire God León de Fuego. León de Fuego, the Fire God, smiled, gently helped her tie back the loose white silk band from her hair, brushed away the wood chips from her clothes, and then said in a very low voice: “You are getting more and more beautiful, especially when you smile…”