Stories About Love Of God の小説・ストーリー

Gods usually only settled down when they found the one their soul loved. Well that definitely wasn't the case for King Alexander's wife. This book I was reading explained everything. She was in love with a God who wasn't named. I'm guessing most were to scared to bring the other God up. So she loved one God while her soul loved King Alexander. The moment her soul fell in love with king Alexanders soul she was suppose to lose all feelings for the other God but that wasn't the case.

Waahh~ He definitely looks like a god and I am certain that the kind of beauty he has only exists in that realm. I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from smiling. I also want to meet the Emperor of Heaven. He seems like a great and powerful person based on what I always read. He is known as the strongest god living in the human realm. I wanted to know more about him and I definitely admire him. It will be a huge pleasure to meet him personally. Oh my goodness! What shall I do? I can’t help but get excited with the turn of events.

“Oh my lover, my whole world, For you, I fight to come right home I am nothing without your touch, your smile. This war is long, and I can’t say When my weary feet will tread back along the welcome path To my one and only soul, To my angel and my home.

Without a doubt, I must say that grandma always liked flowers especially roses, grandpa always tells me the beautiful stories of when he courted her and that never in his thick hands marked by the day-to-day work, a bouquet of precious red roses as red as the blood itself was missing. Whenever she narrates the story of her love, she tells me about those moments and emphasizes that each rose was her chosen promise, a rose for each day of their past union, the eternal promise for the love of her life and since then the courtyard of the house has become a beautiful rose bush with an aroma as sweet as honey. I admired them until I did it and I was so comfortable with that memory until my thought

(Fuck off) I said sounding a little too mad wich only feed into them being right. “Our dear brother who swore he would never be capable of love doesn't know what to do with the woman who has him whipped and on top of that she doesn’t even know it and she is right outside these walls.” Matteo said, crossing his leg over the other leaning back placing his arm on the arm rest, having a damn smirk on his face. Enjoying this too damn much.

It had tried to write a story about gods. And forgot that gods choose who they love. The Heart shattered. Not into silence. Into possibility.

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.

Tired eyes, tangled hair, lips pressed into a hard line. No one would believe it. Me, Ava Quinn, waitress and former small-town nobody… married to Liam Vance? But that was the beauty of it. No one would believe it and that’s exactly why it would work. I just need the perfect story to go with it.

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

I sit there for hours, lost in contemplation, trying to unravel the complexities of life and its unpredictable nature. Gradually, clarity emerges. I begin to understand why bad things happen to people; it’s a part of the learning process. In this moment of reflection, I realize that Richie is all I’ve ever wanted. It dawns on me that people can genuinely encounter God, and in this moment, I feel that connection. It wasn’t in the walls of a church or through my family’s faith; it was through the love I hold for Richie, who hangs in the balance between this life and the next. I yearn for him to be solely with me because I... I love him deeply, and that love transcends all the pain I’ve felt be