Sunday Without A God Novels & Stories

"You cooked when we had literally nothing in the refrigerator except eggs and whatever that seed situation was—" "The seed situation was nutritionally—" "We're not talking about the seeds." I pushed myself up onto one elbow. "You're suggesting ordering in." "It's Sunday," he said, with the gravity of someone stating a legal principle. "Sunday is its own justification." I looked at him for a moment. Then I reached for my phone.

Sundayy is the only day in the whole week since I resumed school that I get to go out and do whatever I wanted, be whatever I wanted and visit whoever I wanted. I looked at the sky strangely today. The horizon was a peak of clear blue and tufts of white hairs that served as clouds. Shinning gloriously was the sun and you wouldn't think the sun will shine like this, in glittering gold dust and in spears of light as it watched me miss church a third time this month.

"I wouldn't call this bad timing, although I do not think that it is practical to have a conversation at a time like this. But you are already here, so you might as well get it over with." If it was something that I would not have to deal with later, then I would have to be thankful for it. After all, we were going to finish with this ceremony quite late, and I had no doubt in my mind that everyone in the pack would only retire to their homes in the early hours of the morning. It wasn't exactly ideal in terms of productivity, but luckily tomorrow was Sunday. Sunday was the one day that everyone in my pack had to themselves, the one day that they did not need to show up for their duties. Some

It's just an emergency. The second hour, the stares of our guests felt like they were peeling my skin back. By the third hour, the whispers had faded to a suffocating silence as pews emptied. My heart wasn’t just broken; it was a block of ice in my chest. I kept tracing the ring on my finger. First, to feel its promise. Then, to wrench it off. Finally, nothing. I felt nothing at all. Even the core members of our families couldn't take it anymore.

you deserve this. On the television, I lifted the trophy, my smile radiant. Outside the television, Vivian rotted in the mire, beyond redemption. I walked out of the venue, and Tessa draped a coat over my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" she asked gently. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of free air. "I'm thinking that although this world is cruel, sometimes it is also quite fair." My name was Sebastian Whitmore. In my previous life, I had been Aaron Hutchinson, a sacrifice offered up by those closest to me.

He asked me. “Why do you care?” I asked him in turn. “Just wanna know how my mall is doing.” He answered and I fell right into the trap. “It was boring as hell and I don’t know why people waste their precious Sundays here.” I realized I gave him what exactly he wanted to know after completing my sentence. “Why is Sunday precious?” He questioned. “Because tomorrow is Monday,” I answered, rotating the wine glass in my hands. “I guess that’s how life is. It is precious because we will die one day.”

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."

So, we were left with myself and Emerial, Shadriel and Ebony, Hades, Gaia, and Eros. We had ground steak burgers, bacon wrapped chicken and veggie kabobs, sausages instead of hot dogs, we even grilled asparagus, broccoli, and brussels sprouts. Egg buns, tomatoes, pickles, and all the condiments rounded off the mini feast. Gods seemed to eat just as much as werewolves. And the Angels put us girls to shame, only having one meat with a bunch of veggies, you’d think they were worried about their girlish figures. We all talked about the normal parts of our lives. I think they were trying to give me some normalcy. It helped. All of a sudden flowers sprouted and bloomed. As I was looking around in

With each name, a false shrine above us cracked. Tax Office God lost its golden stamp. Permit God vomited signatures. Emergency Allocation God collapsed into a stack of ration cards and teeth. The living city roared. Not one voice. Thousands. People tearing down altars. People lighting proper incense. People refusing to kneel to paperwork with a halo. The Gate Opener writhed in my father's chest.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t