The God Of Football Novels & Stories

A name that has been inscribed in the sands of time and will never be forgotten. A name that makes even the greatest of enemies tremble. A name that fights numerous battles before the bearer appears. Indeed, the name works just like the name of a God. It is possible to assert that the bearer is indeed God. G. O. D. The greatest among all. The same in the past, the same in the present, will be the same in the future. Never changes. God never does. His power is extraordinary. He is extraordinary. Who would dare offend him?

"Oh? Enlighten me then, Miss Football Expert. I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the couch. “Alright, first of all, let’s get one thing straight. There’s football, and then there’s soccer. And if you’re talking about American football, I’m gonna pretend this conversation never happened.” Simeon let out a deep, rich laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, so you’re one of those fans.” "Damn right, I am," I said, with a grin. "Football, real football, is a game of strategy and precision, not just brute strength. And before you even begin to argue with me, I would like to remind you most of the world is on my side." He chuckled, lifting his hands into mock surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll let this one go

Hunter climbed off the couch and stood, grabbing his briefs that were tangled with his trousers before pulling them back on. The phone was still ringing. He glanced around the living room until he finally spotted it lying half out of his discarded pants pocket. It must have slipped out sometime during the night. The screen continued flashing. Hunter picked it up, expecting to silence an alarm. Instead, he frowned. It wasn't an alarm. It was a call. Dean Mercer flashed his phone screen, and Hunter groaned. Dean was the Titans' superstar winger. The boys often called him the Legendary Ladies' Man or the Wolf Who Hunted Prey.

Her face changed every time I spoke and as I finished she held my hand. “It sounded like he felt like a massive douche.” “Yeah I think so.” “You forgiven him? He comes across as a passionate man for a better word.” She looked deep in thought. “What are you thinking?” I put my empty cup on the coffee table. “Oh I think you should grab him with both hands and not let go,” she laughed. “And it’s good to know he isn’t perfect. Everyone fucks up and it isn’t the same as Adrian. I know you panic that it is but it isn’t. It sounds like he really cares for you.” I nodded. It did seem like that and the thought of it made my heart flutter. “I have a scan on Tuesday. Graham is working, did you want to

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Yet, that's what his fellow Gods think is the reason behind the love the humans have for him, but it goes farther than that, as Alec himself intently cares for the people. "What are you doing Alec? You're supposed to be helping not cracking useless jokes," Odell speaks up still making Alec smirk harder. Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line.

“That’s totally how football works.” “Exactly.” I rolled my eyes. “I still don’t get how you find this fun.” He looked at me like I’d just insulted his family. “Are you serious? Football is the best thing ever!” “Uh-huh. Watching grown men run around after a ball?” “It’s not just a ball. It’s passion.” I burst out laughing. “You sound like a motivational speaker already.” He pointed a piece of popcorn at me. “You’re just saying that because you’ve never played.”

The hammer was no different from other hammers, with the only unique thing about it being it's excessively long handle. The True Goddess's eyes widened as Frederick's image overlapped with that of a god who had died long ago; a god whose skills were just as famous as his eccentricity. "You are the God of the Forge: Hephaestus!"

“It’s… Power of Almighty?” Alan was still a little educated. When he saw the star, he knew Tigris’ identity. He gulped, and he felt frightened. Although the Academy of Social Sciences was totally unrelated to Power of Almighty, Alan still knew about Power of Almighty’s dignified reputation, especially when he heard that a new God of War had recently been elected. He was so dignified that nobody could afford to offend him. Naturally, a small character like Alan was not qualified to meet the God of War. But, he had been hearing about the God of War, so he also knew Power of Almighty.

God, he is shameless. ***