Novel & Cerita The God Of Football

God! ******

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, still smiling. "Aren't you already in love with her?" The God of Fire León de Fuego still acted as if nothing had happened, playing with the branch in his hand, replying: “I have practiced for more than seventy thousand years, can I be so weak? For her, I only pity and apologize… I hope she can return to her original life and destiny.”

"He's drunk, Mac. Let it go." "All's good. She's okay." At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding-I looked up-blinked twice-swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

" My laugh was self-deprecating. "Once you acclimatize to the city, you fall in love with the anonymity of it." But Kieran would never know. Incogintaurenity was something he'd never know again this lifetime. He was one of the tallest soccer players in the world. An Ashburn FC forward, renowned for his lethal penalty kicks and ruthless dribbling that had defenders stumbling over one another's feet as they attempted to cover him, he was, without doubt, the bane of every goalkeeper in the Premier League and the one mythological player every youngster in Europe and South America possessed a poster of on their bedroom wall.

She can’t settle on an emotion and honestly, neither can I. He’s leaving me for football. A game. A childish game that has absolutely zero bearing in the world. Entertainment for the human masses. I could maybe understand him picking his career over me if it was for something useful, like research to cure cancer, exploration to find plants and elements to develop new drugs or even serving in the military. All are purposeful. Noble. Beneficial. Protective. Fucking football has zero usefulness to the world other than being a money maker and a tool to fan the fragile egos of grown-ass men. And THAT is what I came in second place to… adult boys playing a stupid, fucking game.