Why God Why Novels & Stories

and worst of all, abandoned by the goddess. “Goddess…” I stopped walking and stared up at the sky, tapping my chest with a trembling hand. “Why am I alive? If this is the life you gave me, then why did you bring me into this world at all? Why am I alive if I can’t even be happy? Why? What did I ever do wrong?. My voice cracked as it rose in frustration.

“ I do. ” “ Good. Since God himself is a spirit then we've got no reason to doubt him. ” “ You are right. ” “ Have you thought about how bad things sometimes happen to good people and they end up questioning God again and again about their situation? ” “ Well. I ponder a lot on that actually. But I soon got to realize that oftentimes, things happen for a reason and sometimes they happen for our own good. ” “ Yeah. Can you recall the story of Job in the holy bible? ”

“Oh, Ayesha. You’re still asking the wrong questions.” Reva’s grip tightened on her weapon. “Try answering one, then. Why are you here?” Azrael exhaled dramatically. “Because, darling, I think you and I have a common problem.” Adrian stepped forward. “And what problem is that?” Azrael’s smirk faded. “The Ghost.” Ayesha’s breath caught. “You know who they are?” Azrael nodded. “And if you want to live long enough to do something about it—” He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Ayesha’s.

Everything he's said all these while—all the pity I've ever felt. "Why?" The single word sounds lonely even to my ears. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. That's all I've ever asked everyone. Why did Piper do this to me? Why did my grandmother give her life for me? Why isn't Cassius doing anything to help me—his real mate? Why does Kaidën even try to do anything for me? Why. Can someone just tell me why everything bad that has been happening to me, can't stop happening? I break down then.

We walked in silence, the gentle sound of the water soothing my troubled mind. "Why can't I see your face?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. The goddess smiled, her features shrouded in a veil of mystery. "Some things are meant to remain hidden, even from those who seek answers," she replied cryptically. "But why?" I pressed, a flicker of frustration igniting within me. "Because the truth is not always what it seems," the goddess replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "Sometimes, it is better to embrace the unknown than to dwell on what cannot be changed."

So, why was I trying so hard? The goddess doesn’t make mistakes.

"Answer me. Why are you doing this to me? Why the fuck did you kissed me?! Why—" "Because I love you," ---

I say further confused “Everything sometimes in science there are keys of information that are left behind by us the fallen ones. For example, in the bible it states the exact same thing the difference is that it explains the cause of the explosive reaction. How can there be a reaction without a cause of action to set it into motion.” “So, you're saying that the gods who created you are the same as who created us and our universe in fact the very same god that we know but we only know, because you guys were here long before and told us all of this?”

Because of your selfishness, my life has turned into hell. “God, I’m not questioning Your will for me… but why? Why me? W-Why? Do I deserve this? I know I’ve forgotten You, but I’m only human. I make mistakes, I drift away… is this the price? Will I ever be happy again? Or will You take my life while I’m still hurting?” When you have nothing else to hold onto, you even start questioning God—though I know it’s wrong. And yet… even with everything happening, I know You don’t give people a test they can’t bear.

So they began educating me to get benefits later on. Huh!!!!! My life. For what reason does everything become that way? Why? Why? I posed this inquiry to myself consistently, every day. But never got any answer back. "Mother Father. I miss you.