The Lonely God Novels & Stories

God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings . "Haha!" Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!"

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

Noelle lost himself in the music, becoming one with it. He imagined the notes swirling about him, supporting his leaps limbs like invisible hands. He felt their warmth and Julian's words whispering in his ears, giving him the encouragement he otherwise lacked. Horus took shape. A bold, vibrant God, but one that hinted at a hidden fragileness. A God whose heart was strong and mighty but not invincible.

Project 1 looked _down_. At the _baby_. At _Seven_. At _Four_. At _his brother_. And he _knelt_. The floor _groaned_. But _held_. Because he _wanted_ it to. “_I heard you_,” One said. Voice _grinding stone_ but _soft_. “_In my head_. _You _called_ me. _Said_ you were _lonely_.” He touched Rylan’s face. _Gentle_. _Terrified_.

She was nearly twenty-four and hadn’t got a mile past Lonesome Dove, which wasn’t fast progress considering that she had only been twelve when her parents got nervous about Yankees and left Mobile. That much slow progress would have discouraged most women, but Lorena didn’t allow her mind to dwell on it. She had her flat days, of course, but that was mostly because Lonesome Dove itself was so flat. She got tired of looking out the window all day and seeing nothing but brown land and gray chaparral. In the middle of the day the sun was so hot the land looked white. She could see the river from her window, and Mexico. Lippy told her she could make a fortune if she

The god’s final words echoed through the brilliance — a whisper and a vow intertwined. > “You’ll never be alone again. I am within you now.” The light dimmed. The voices faded. And Soren stood alone in the aftermath of creation, trembling, luminous, tears streaking down his radiant face — half god, half man, wholly broken. The new world stretched before him, si lent and waiting. But as the wind brushed his hair and the last remnants of Travian’s glow lingered against his skin, a new heartbeat began to echo inside his chest — two rhythms, intertwined.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

Lonely - Justin Bieber & Benny Blanco 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 My heart suddenly gloomy chaotically after seeing the invitation. Shit! Everything is so complicated now. Crying is also useless. Opportunity for me has disappeared. I covered my eyes, feeling the burden I was carrying was very heavy. Unable to, thinking all this finally came. Rara will be happy with the man she chooses. This is my greatest fear, and today it happened. Unable to think the truth, but I have to face this reality. That woman will be side by side with other people.

The world around me felt like a haze, my thoughts consumed by the pain that radiated from my heart. I sank to my knees on the wet ground, the rain mingling with my tears as I allowed myself to grieve. “Fuck mate, I don't need it.” I am a lonely wolf, or rather, I don't even have the essence of a wolf. It's as if I've been abandoned by God. Should I indulge in self-pity?

Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled. It might sound improper, but I couldn't help it. There was a craving inside me that longed to be satisfied, and it had only intensified over time. The way men looked at me when I was out in public made me feel a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, adding fuel to my restless thoughts. My daily life was simple. After my parents passed away, they left me a three-story house, and I earned enough from renting it out to live comfortably without needing a job. But with so much free time, my thoughts often wandered, and that longing became impossible to ignore.