Yours Truly Novels & Stories

Just because I refused to kneel and apologize to my wife's lover, she went so far as to send me to North Maia, saying she wanted to make me suffer. I endured unimaginable hardships to make my way back from North Maia, covered in wounds. No sooner had I returned to my home country than I was thrown out by the bodyguards my wife had arranged in advance. She said to me viciously, "Liam Sullivan, who gave you the nerve to compete with Harold for my favor?! Let me tell you, without Harold, you'd never have had the chance to become my husband."

Who do you think you are? Nathan laughed. “You really don’t get it,” he said. “That’s hilarious. I can’t believe that they didn’t tell you!” Crystal: “Tell me what?” Nathan: “That I am HE, and he is ME.” Crystal: “I don’t believe it. You’re nothing like Nathan.”

“How often do you flirt with your friend’s mom?” “I...” My mouth ran dry, I hadn’t expected her to call me out like that, but she did, and there was no backing out now. I could lie and say she misunderstood, but I wanted to fuck this woman, I wanted to get even with her son. “I think you’re beautiful Mrs Monroe.” I swallowed, “And I don’t do this with everyone, but there’s just something about you and your elegance that pulled me in.” I grinned, turning on my doe eyes. They were probably my best feature, and I wasn’t wasting them. “I’m sorry if I—”

On the other side, I heard the soft rustle of fabric and then his voice—low, smooth, and so deep it slid straight down my spine like warm oil. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered, my thighs already pressing together under my short sundress. “It has been… one year since my last confession.” A pause. Then that velvet-gravel voice answered, calm but commanding. “Speak your sins, child. God is listening.” God maybe. But right now, all I could think about was *him*. Father Lucian Cross.

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The pressure on my throat eased. She was buying it. And so she should, what I was saying was true. The only real way to convince people to believe in you is sincerity. Once you can fake that, you’re in. “As long as the Queen’s gay ass is on you, no one will suspect your true intentions.” “Why do you keep mispronouncing it like that? Are you trying to be funny?” “Who me? Not at all. I don’t even know what a gay ass is. Never even come across a gay ass before.” I stifled a snigger.

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“I am neither of those, as I am not the Gods and Goddesses that you all knew, worship, and adores. But I am greater than that! I am the supreme one, the only one and everything that you can think of and be.” Taunting, yet rather giving a warning or perhaps a reminder. IT draws a satisfying smile as IT introduces himself. “You see, I am neither of those names, but I am everything of your thoughts and even greater than you ever expect to be. I am the very existence that you people like to call the world. The universe, the world, the truth, and all. For I am God!”

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