The God Must Be Crazy 3 Novels & Stories

"Don't cry, I'll try to get you out of your foster father's shackles, so you take it easy. Trust everything to me." "Everyone get ready in their respective plAcelons!" The director's voice, which was so loud, suddenly disturbed the conversation between the two of them and made Edna couldn't help but get up immediately to start shooting her new skin car product. While wiping her tears, Edna smiled faintly at Zyan while waving her hand several times. But on the way she suddenly felt dizzy. Her whole world was spinning and she felt she could no longer walk. Finally she just squatted in plAcelon holding her head which felt dizzy. Meanwhile, several crews who saw her condition immediately ran ove

Upon hearing the Shit God yelled many times he can't think of something but to run! *swish e God runs off to flee. He felt dying to the core! "Don't worry Shit God! I will find an fd!" He muttered. He wants to find the best food! The food for God! No! The Best Food for Shit God! In the peak where lightness is present... The Mamo's prayed for almost 6-8 hours! But suddenly on the top of the crater. The God they praised showed up! "God!!" "Our God!!"

so I snatched the pen from his hands making him frown. "What the hell is wrong with you sugar.." I glare at him, "exactly my question what the hell is wrong with you, can't you sit quite for sometime.. you are driving me crazy.." and that jerk smirked.. "well there are many other ways via which I can drive you crazy babe.." he said in a suggestive tone and I face palmed myself.

He opened his door and Kimberly leaped to the back to avoid getting hit by the car door. "You are at fault, Ma'am. Next time you don't act to lose when you are close to the road." He started folding his hand and this sent Sparks of fire right into her head. "How dare you call me loose!! Seriously!!" She yelled louder this time trying to pull the attention of those passing. "Ma'am, can you please stop all the drama?" He asked enjoying how she behaved so crazy. "Boss I am so sorry for this, she would leave now." The security man said walking out the gates.

His words tumbled out of his beutiful mouth sounding harsh in my ears. I felt like something had struck me flat knocking me on the ground,nobody ,I mean nobody have ever called me a moron,I immediately hate him and withdrew all the compliments I had thought of him. He wasn't an angel but a dick wiessel. Yes,a dick wiessel. “Are you crazy or something” He spoke again this time looking at me with disdain . “You are the one who is crazy ” I suddenly stated before closing my mouth as the fabric of reality struck me,he was supposed to be my boss .

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

Outside, sirens wailed as they raced toward the cathedral. Inside, beneath shattered glass and flickering candlelight... The Mad Don claimed his bride.

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

The member of staff who tried to comfort me said sarcastically, “People need to have common sense. I’ve never seen a man who’s in such a rush to marry a mistress before divorcing his wife!” “That’s right! He has no shame!” “I have to admit, only such shameless women can marry rich men.”

Right as I turned away, Joffrey's voice rang out, pure shock. "Lori!" He gripped the urn like his life depended on it and bolted toward me, eyes wild. "Lori, is that your soul? Did you come back because you couldn't leave me?" Mateo ripped the urn from his arms, just as unhinged. "No way! If Lori came back, it'd be for me!" Watching them go at it like contestants on The Bachelor, I knew for sure—they'd lost their damn minds. So I didn't even flinch, just played along. "I died unfairly. Of course I came back."