The Blind Idiot God Novels & Stories

I raise my brow So after all my rant, this is what he says I scoff Why on earth a grown man is behaving like this "You're an idiot" I sigh "Take that back" he said ordered "Are you talking about you being an idiot" I smirk "but you are an idiot who can't kiss a girl" "I am not an idiot!" He scream like a child "You. Are. An. Idiot!" I yelled at him He glared at me "take it back" I smiled, I was finally getting my revenge for that embarrassment "You are an idiot and a stupid man... No.. boy " I curse him

said"Never in all my years of living have I ever been faced with such effrontery, such disregard of respect, such insolence behavior coming from a caliber of someone no more than a mere footman. My Queen err… King and you allow this? It is an abomination and abuse to people like myself to be in the same room for prolonged periods with this….this…this impoverished daft idiot!"Firstly the 'mere footman' as you put it is next to me of more value than any other person in this room. And second, he is not an idiot. But I can't blame you for being mistaken I have heard multiple times from my travels the words 'Énas trelós ánthropos theoreí tous logikoús anthrópous os treloús.'(Ancient greek: An in

So he went on and hit right onto it. "Dear brothers and sisters, you all know about the rising protest against our beautiful intrinsic African deism which has lasted for millions of years. As a matter of fact, Im really wondering where the Blue-eyed have dug up their nonsensical beliefs from. They are ruining our people with the madness of a god having a dead son. What a hodgepodge! And that thing, that thing um the one they call er yeah, baibo which contains all the hocus-pocus they use to win our slow-witted folks. It really hurts me, dear folks.

"I didn't know gods still reside amongst men." "Nah, I'm no god. I'm just as normal as you are." Melinda smiled. "Nah, you can't fool me," I retorted. "I'm familiar with your game. At least, I ain't blind. Shit… I didn't mean to… I meant that even though I was blind, I would also feel the heavy invisibility aura you created."

God, she was pathetic. "It just baffles me how well you know me! How are we not besties?" "What are you trying to do?" Minion number two named Sue, glared at me. They were not enjoying my sarcasm. I heaved out an exaggerated sigh. "Nothing. Just trying to give the world another joyful reason to continue to orbit the giant star in the middle of the solar system." River looked at me with a flat expression but ignored my remark. "What is it really, Eliza?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at me as if she was analyzing me. "Can you not get a guy? Can't dance? Can't—"

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

He reached out his hand, and I took it. His hand was rough and heavily calloused, unlike any I had ever held. This was the hand of a worker, an assassin, and a man who saw through every lie. Walking out of the gray building, I could feel the sun hit my face. I lifted my head, my eyes closed, as the sun shone over my face. A gust of wind blew in from the harbor, smelling of brine and, lastly, liberty.

A low, rough laugh rumbled out of him, dry, humorless. “And what was that again?” He raised a brow at Julie. “She liked me the moment my name came up? I’m sure she heard plenty. Dug deep. How could anyone choose to marry a blind man? A single father? My name is on every tongue in this city. I kill for a living. I take lives without blinking. I put bullets in the heads of my enemies while they beg for mercy. I burn warehouses full of rivals. I break bones for information. I traffic whatever pays. I own half the streets and scare the other half into silence. And yet she wants to marry me? Become a stepmother to my child?” His shout rattled the chandelier overhead.

Get your boots under you, boy! 'I... I don't know what to do anymore, Fenrir,' I replied in my mind, my thoughts tasting like ash and iron. The mental connection felt sluggish, my consciousness fragmenting. I couldn't even keep my eyes focused on the Sigen's boots anymore; everything was turning into a grey, watery blur. 'I'm so weak. What the hell was I even thinking? That I could actually save the whole world just because some old prophecy and the Moon Goddess said I was special? Look at me. I couldn't even break a door down. I'm just a kid from the south. Just a stupid, worthless hybrid who thought he could be something more.'