Never Failing God Novels & Stories

She felt alot of things in that moment but nothing after she felt she was thrown. Nothing. But that voice fazed in at that moment— “for this God is our God, forever and ever and He will be our guide till the very end—” Till the very end. To be continued...

It came in moments: Abby choosing home over escape, Tshepo confessing temptation, Mathapelo admitting weakness, Aubrey embracing humility, Mother opening her heart, Gail speaking her truth. And in those fragile, imperfect steps, they discovered something vital: Trust isn’t about perfection. It’s about showing up, again and again. Even when you fail. Especially when you fail. Trust isn’t about perfection. It’s about showing up, again and again. Even when you fail. Especially when you fail. And fail, they did. Over and over. Abby’s Stumbles

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

She decided to listen to the madness. “I know how you are feeling. Times are tough, my children, no jobs, no homes, no real God to pray to any longer. Your God has forsaken you because He has fallen from grace himself!” At that moment, Namirha pointed to the sky. “That’s right! He has failed you all and disobeyed The Source’s commandments. Yes, your God bows down to another! The Source is angry that your God would allow such strife to befall you.” He pointed out to the audience, one person at a time. “How careless and irresponsible of Him to let so many of you lose your jobs and homes that took years to acquire while working your fingers to the bone.” He clasped his hands together as if in p

"I had wanted to pray for you...to ask your God to just this once He should listen to me just this once and don't let you die...but I didn't know how to. I don't know how... because he'd never answer a prayer from a filth." She broke down again. Shattering him into a million pieces of pain, of sad sobs and broken hearts. It was piercing, like a two edged sword driven into his chest. Numbing his body into wistfulness. And for a second, he realized he had been crying. "First of all, teqs. He's not your God. He is our God and it doesn't matter whatever you think you are or what people say about you, God is always willing to accept us the way we are. We're never perfect and heaven knows but his

" I cried as I hear the priest talk and Apollo holds on to me tightly. The priest continues, "God, my God why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning? Oh my God I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night but no rest." The girls are all sobbing holding on to their partners I hear how Apollo cries beside me as the priest speaks. "We hear again the promises of God: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, God’s mercies never come to an end;

"I-I have the ring, Haven. We could start over. Do it right. You'll be more sexually vulnerable with me and I'll be faithful and communicate better." I shook my head. "You're delusional. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I'm done." "Please, Haven, give me another chance. Please forgive me." "I am not God, Gabriel. You can't just repent and then expect me to forgive you. It doesn't work like that." I said firmly. "Well aren't we supposed to try to be more like him?" He asked. "Yeah. And you should probably work on that," I said scathingly.

"We are currently fighting him. Don't run. Fenris smiled. "Are you going to fight me? Right here? Within my domain? The sky darkened as he raised his hands. "Nyla, you forgot something," he said. I squinted. "What?" His voice was thunderous. "A god cannot be killed." I remained motionless. The words of Fenris reverberated across the atmosphere: "You cannot kill a god." I wasn't scared, though. No more. I turned to face Killian. Love, pain, and remorse blazed in his eyes.

“If you pass, you’ll be forgiven and allowed to participate in the final selection exams tomorrow.” “And if I don’t?” Kema hesitated before answering. “No one who has committed such sacrilege has ever returned unscathed. Most lose their divine energy . . . and their sanity.” His words chilled me, but they also ignited something deep within—a defiance that refused to be snuffed out. “I’ll prove them wrong,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my chest. “I’ll conquer the test of the gods and come back stronger.” Kema watched me for a long moment before nodding. “May the Great Gods grant you their mercy.” As he left, I stood alone, determination burning bright despite the shadow

“If we look at the mountains, we know they can't be shake. They are huge and mighty. They just can't be moved so easily. Nor the hills can be removed. If we look there, can we even think of them be removed? It seems impossible! “So the love of God is for those who fear Him. For us, for everyone. His love is steadfast and amazing. He isn't going to turn it down. No matter what happens. His love is faithful and will going to remain so forever. “In this world of different kinds of people — whether honest or dishonest — we can trust God with everything.” “Read more for me,” he says, perching his elbow upon the fluffy couch where he sit. His gaze lingers over my face.