Novel & Cerita The Blind Idiot God

Heven Icy said with angry eyes. He was busy drinking wine, but Blaky Sudan came in with a gloomy face, scaring his little girls away. He thought something had happened, and the two of them were silent for an hour. Blaky Sudan coldly glanced at Heven Icy and said coldly, "Nobody thinks you are dumb if you don't talk." "Which great god has offended your ancestor?" Heven Icy could not help complaining with his helpless eyes. According to his understanding of Blaky Sudan, he must have encountered something that could not be solved.

Give that blind man a knife, that blind man a wife, and the Blind God does not kneel before me. This knife is my time, a giver of rhyme, and bread rises on yeasty foremeat. A sliver of meat, the dogs of Hell's beef: I take up my quarrel with no man. Instead, to the stars, I take to my arms, a moon cannonball is my Trojan. So on the pondside, the Little Flower of Hell reads fairytales Grimm, ill-begotten. Apocalypse Child, the Devil's Bride, she has no masters before him.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

The room was quiet. “I know,” Noah said. And then, so quietly it almost wasn’t there at all: “You’re worth paying attention to.” I sat with that. I had been told I was powerful. Brilliant. Ruthless. Difficult. Impossible. I had been told I was more since the accident and less since the accident and everything in between by people who thought they understood what blindness did to a person. I had not been told I was worth paying attention to. Not like that. Not simply, without agenda, without pity or performance.

My blue eyed goddess is a bloody smart arse. As darkness pulls me into its abyss, I sound a warning. "You may run, my pet, but you can never hide. I will find you. And I will make you pay." Then the world goes black. **********

Power hungry idiot. Yesterday Morning “I will not have this little human become more powerful than me! I am the most powerful God and I rule them all!” He bitched like a child. I had to keep my laugh hidden, his ego couldn’t handle it. And I needed to know what he wanted before he let me out. “How could a human be more powerful than any God?” I asked innocently.

Rodri screams; You bastard, you fooled me, you bastard Mac bored: For the millionth time, you're an idiot to believe everything I told you Rodri screaming louder; I thought you felt my heart and loved me, oh, you are really right Mac and he's so bored: Just shut up and accept your fate, you idiot, or I swear I'll tear you to pieces and make you cry for eating meat here, you understand Rodri wiping her nose with her hand; You will not dare, I am a Priestess of Light, they will not leave you, and they will come to save me, and I can harm you if you try to harm me. Mack sarcastically: They come to save you fools bitch like you, did they go crazy to do that, how pathetic you are, then do you rea

Perhaps it was because of his youth, or perhaps an instinctive aversion—looking at Loki’s tall figure and strikingly beautiful face, and recalling that he was both the god of fire and a trickster god, Balder simply couldn’t bring himself to like him. A silver-haired man with a sacred and noble aura stepped forward. Behind him followed a handsome black-haired youth, his movements somewhat restrained, his gaze unfocused. Odin said, “Freyr, the sun god, and my eldest son, Hodr, the god of darkness. Hodr has been blind since birth. Bragi once prophesied that a destined moment would one day restore his sight, though no one knows when that will be.” Loki nodded and greeted them both. Hodr, his lar

I felt power flowing through me. "Open them." He whispered as he used his power to force them open. He wasn't strong enough. "Tell mommy to open her eyes so we can go." Alexander said as he fought with my muscles and nerves to force my eyes open. "Mommy open your eyes so we can go." Blake said in a soft childish tone. I felt my willpower slowly get weaker and I knew at that moment that Blake was a manipulative God of some sort. He could control me and that meant one thing he was a dark God and was able to block his true identity.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"