Novelas y relatos de Sunday Without A God

****Ava's Pov*** It was supposed to be a good Sunday for me, but no, those pricks had to ruin it for me. Goddess I was so mad that I could kill someone, and bury their corpse with no remorse. One pathetic call, one goddamned annoying phone call from Bryson was all it took to dampen my mood completely. I thought I was going to enjoy my Sunday alone, watching movies and obviously sleeping in the afternoon, seems I was in for a shocker.

Is this day Is this day again I know the nurture I realise the day Let's celebrate Let's celebrate This morning This day It's rich in every way It's polite in its stay Let's make helpful use Of this day To knock out pain To knock out past stains On Memory Celebrate this day Love it Celebrate this day No day is less Than a Christmas Day Celebrate It To enrich in all the ways In all the ways This day This day ******** When I sin When I don't The Bible keeps a record Of what I speak I don't But then why Me in church Again Why not I be free From bonding Of dirt and dust On life's throne I know it aches To follow a concept That ultimately fails To make you happy again To be serious in life's ever

"And I thought I was a bad liar." "Some serious businesses happen on Sundays, but you just never exactly experience them." "You'll be back though, right?" Nadine asks. "The weekend isn't over yet. "I'll be back, I promise." Sebastian takes her by her arm to a corner and whispers, "Why don't you tell me what's going on, Loretta. I know too well that no one around here goes to work on a Sunday. Even supermarkets don't open." "Ok, fine, it’s Kendrick."

I spend my Sunday bored in the house,I didn't go to church and it's not like I usually go, ever since I lost my family I've never stepped my foot in a church ,maybe I'll go to church one day which is not soon. So Adrian dropped by to say hi and he picked up his girlfriend, Maya spend the rest of the weekend over at his place and promised to come back today I watched all movies on my laptop, listened to my whole playlist but still time couldn't move,so I decided to visit my diary and slept off while going through it. I woke up at 5am tired and famished my eyes were puffy and red I guess was crying in my sleep.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

No one answered. The living room was dark. The only light came from the streetlamps filtering through the window. He slapped the switch. The apartment was empty, and the silence was unbearable. The shoes she wore every day were gone from the cabinet. The little succulent plants she had been growing on the balcony were gone too. Reid's gaze moved stiffly toward the coffee table. There, placed neatly in the center, was the divorce agreement. The signature line bore her name in clear, steady letters, without a single trace of hesitation.

My phone vibrated a lot as message after message came in. One pop up in particular got my attention, it was from Layla.. Layla: Hey babe.. I'm sorry about what happened in the bathroom. I wish I could call you. I wanna apologize.. you looked really beautiful today.. 💜😊😉 I rolled my eyes and put my phone away without even opening the messages or responding. I'll see these tomorrow. .. My Sunday started okay.. the fam got ready for church and we all went. The pastor preached. Today he was preaching about seeking Jesus and staying with him. Leaving all sin behind and being born again.

The letters were neat and permanent. I stood under the sunlight, yet I felt like a rat that belonged in the shadows. I felt small and ashamed, like a person with no identity I could admit out loud. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and answered quietly, “Just a distant relative.” The old man nodded. “That makes sense. If you were close family, there is no way you would have missed the memorial ceremony Mr. Ferguson held three years ago.” “You should have seen it. The whole thing was grand. Mr. Ferguson organized a private memorial for his parents and invited relatives, friends, and many important business people.”

By the time I got home after the competition, it was already the afternoon three days later. Baron was sitting by the door, smoking. The ground in front of him was littered with cigarette butts. In just a few days, he looked completely worn down and unkempt with stubble creeping across his jaw. I took out my keys and unlocked the door. His voice, hoarse and low, came from behind me. "You already knew, didn't you?" I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

The tension melted away like snow in spring sunlight. But the relief felt artificial. Too complete. Too sudden. The room began to tilt. Not physically—the floor remained steady beneath his feet—but reality itself seemed to shift sideways. The phoenix tapestries writhed. Their golden threads became actual flames, licking at the edges of his vision. "I don't... understand."