Sunday Without A God Novels & Stories

The remaining days of the week passed away with me sleeping, going through my credentials, and taking advantage of the opportunity to tour the mansion. It was so bland. Mum gave me a buzz once and our conversation ended just as it started. Today is Sunday, a day that is supposed to be a relaxing day for workers but Aaron is nowhere to be found. Even the day before, I retained going out to peep if I would get a glimpse of him but neither did he show up nor call me.

The wine god turned his head towards the direction of the kitchen, where Damon emerged with a tray filled with teacups and a teapot. Ever since he had come down to live here, he abstained from drinking wine. It's a matter of rejecting himself or, perhaps, his father's blood in him that made him a god. Yeojoon deeply inhaled. The clatter of the tray as it was placed in front of him echoed in his ears, just at the right time that thunder grumbled mightily and lightning forked the ground. Damon sat down on the other side of the table, crossing his legs with an elbow settled on the couch chair and a palm supporting his chin, facing Yeojoon.

Julian, are you saying this now because you want me to forgive you, or because you want to feel better about yourself? Endless silence answered me. Finally, the call was disconnected in a fluster from his end. I did not care. I blocked the number. A few days later, Sterling Group officially declared bankruptcy, and news of the CEO's divorce spread through Harbor City. I lived a quiet life. Every day, I went to the cafe by the entrance of my neighborhood and flipped through travel magazines. Until a shadow blocked the light. I looked up. Celia was standing beside my table. She wore an expensive Chanel suit, but she looked haggard.

The room returned to normal. No hum. No presence. Just me. And the world. Rico found me a few minutes later, still sitting on the couch, staring at the blank wall. “He’s gone,” I said quietly. Rico sat beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Yeah. I figured.” I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Solid. Real. Unoptimized. “What happens now?” I asked. He kissed the top of my head. “Now we find out if humanity can survive without a god watching over it.”

They rushed straight to the Moore residence after landing, so they didn't have time to ask around about anything else. "Yes, Jeremiah was born infertile, but that doesn't mean there was no hope. He's spent years seeing top specialists around the world. And now, he and Audrey finally have a child. You've destroyed everything," David said bitterly, his voice heavy with grief. The moment he thought of Jeremiah's ruthless methods, Ethan collapsed to the ground as if his skeleton had been ripped out. Just then, a group of bodyguards with cold, expressionless faces strode in from outside.

Sunday arrived wrapped in soft clouds and cool air, carrying the unhurried rhythm that seemed to belong only to weekends. Sunlight drifted through the apartment in pale bands that slowly stretched across the wooden floor, and for the first time in many years Adrian realized that he could not remember the last Sunday he had spent without opening his laptop before breakfast. The thought did not bring guilt as much as quiet disbelief. He had once accepted that habit as the unavoidable cost of success. Now it seemed more like a choice he had repeated until it became invisible.

Soon, Sol’s scandals spread throughout the Divine Realm. Every deity knew he had been playing both sides—not only having an affair with a servant but also attempting to abandon the child in the maid’s womb. The entire Divine Realm denounced Sol’s actions, calling him a "Scum God." In an instant, the reputation of the Temple of Dawn plummeted. Sol was exceptionally angry about this and wanted to settle everything as quickly as possible. He not only made Lilith abort the child but also turned around and sent her into the Realm of Oblivion, slandering the whole affair as her delusion.

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

Jess was tall and smart and willing to do anything to earn her pay. On Sunday she took her time, the paper bag was heavy with the Sunday Times and all the supplements, she could spin it out so she could listen to two whole albums. She hated the rest of Sundays though, the last thing she wanted to do was sit in her bedroom, apart from anything else it wasn't very healthy what with the damp coming through the walls, she kept the window open in summer trying to dry the walls out. Eventually, the damp smell left only to return when the weather got bad in the Autumn.