The God Must Be Crazy 3 Novels & Stories

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

“D*mn it! What’s happening? How can people in the Third-grade ultimate god level appear?” The man seemed all haughty before, but his expression distorted into fear at the sudden turn of events. He never imagined that there were those in the Third-grade ultimate god level among those who entered the area.

” Jackson ~”What the fuck are you doing here? René ~”Kay said I can come with.” Jackson ~”Really baby?” Kayley ~”Really Jackson.” Matthew ~”Boss they are the three lady stooges.” Jackson ~”Matt just shut the fuck up. It's enough I have three bad ass bitches.” We end up having to take a goddamn van since what was supposed to be a quiet hit has turned into a fucking road trip. Jackson ~”You people are all fucking crazy.” Drake ~”Why now boss?”

I said annoyance clear in my voice. Everyone laughed at that. I just rolled my eyes. I got an idea and waved my hand towards my gym and backyard. All of my equipment rearranged to the way Craig and Paisley had set it up for my training. Paisley and Selene saw what I had done and smiled before each taking one of my hands and walking outside. “Where are you three going?” Craig asked quirking an eyebrow up at us. “To spar.” Paisley said. “Our Goddess needs to hit something and her dear nephew isn’t here.” Selene said. Both of them were smiling like the Cheshire cat.

My knees were a hair's breadth from touching the red carpet. Boom. Outside the sealed god-wood doors of the main hall came a heavy, muffled crash. The sound carried an unstoppable weight, so heavy the sea-god lamps across the hall all trembled at once. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Old lady was still crazy. ***