A Short Stay In Hell Audiobook Novels & Stories

I failed to notice my moving legs as I debated whether to go or not. I gasped when I saw myself standing outside the door where the sound was coming from. I wanted to turn and run but I heard an authoritative voice. “Do you think you can hide away from me? Did have a lifetime of fun in those two years because I'm afraid this is where your journey ends” I heard Alpha Wilder’s voice and my bones began trembling but for some unknown reason, I couldn't control my body again. “You're evil!” “Yes, I agree, I'm the devil himself. I'm going to kill you the same way I killed your gang, painfully and slowly” I heard a dark chuckle from Alpha Wilder after he said those words and gasped, covering my mou

When our eyes met it was there that he spoke. "The place we are staying in is less than half the size of the Afterlife Inn. This is where the souls we fetch grim reapers go. Those souls who are going to heaven for forty days are just staying here. While the souls who are going to go to Hell will travel forty days to the destination to which they will be assigned. " There my eyes widened at the thought of something.

3 YEARS LATER ENGLAND E.C BUILDING IN A DARK ROOM The fearful man repeatedly spat blood from his mouth, his hands were shivering in fear cause he knew that his death was around the corner "please have mercy on me" the man desperately begged the man with a strong dark aura sitting majestically before him. He smashed his head against the ground thrice, he had already began to bleed. "mercy?..." the man scoffed"when you stole my company secrets and sold them to other companies did you think of mercy? "

No matter how late it got, Terrance always came home to see me. First snow had just hit. I was curled up with a warm mug of milk, thinking maybe life wasn't so bad. Then a sales rep called—one of the bags I'd been waiting on finally dropped. I bolted. Didn't even make it to the mall entrance before everything went dark. My head felt foggy, heavy. When I came to, I was in some run-down factory. Smoke poured in, thick and choking. Mike and Cecilia stood in front of me. Gone for days—and now here they were.

Time passed, slowly at first, one hour, then two, and with it came hunger and thirst and the air growing thinner, all of it bearing down on their already frayed nerves until the hallucinations started. Dad suddenly shot his arm out and pointed into the dark, his voice cracking with terror. "Stay back! Stay back!" What he saw wasn't an empty room. It was me, dozens of me, drenched in blood, reduced to skin and bones, rust water still dripping from my chin. I crawled out of the walls and fell from the ceiling and surrounded them from every side. Mom saw them too. She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face.

But I don’t dare move a muscle or make a sound, fearing Xander will lose a body part. Fear is no longer a word I’d use to describe what I’m feeling. Neither is horror or terror. The Bible describes hell as a place where there’s wailing and gnashing of teeth for all eternity. Who would’ve thought it’s a place on Earth. My soul dies with each blow to Xander’s back until it feels like I’m nothing but a hollow shell. Somewhere in my mind, something snaps, and I start to zone in and out of reality. Don’t kill him.

brown short head in her late twenties. The different walls rumbled closing on to each other causing a clutch as the flames of fire bubbled up between the tinny spaces that were left out. As the fire kept closing in on her, she started gaining consciousness. Gasped in terror to her feet with her eyes held to the ground in such of something. it was then when she knelt down to pick up what she was looking for when a male voice startled her. "Hecate." called the black man about the age of thirty with white short hair. in both is hands held two swords and on him was a long trouser with no shirt. "you can't leave hell sister. you have to pay for your sins."

“I just want it to be over, I want to go back to my normal life, a life filled with Maccheesy, and my crazy ass best friend,” “You and I both, thousands of years' amount of bloodshed, I'm growing tired, it needs to end now,” I agreed with her, “Stefan... What is hell like?” Glimpsing at my laptop, I saw that the loading was only halfway through the completion, at fifty percent, “Well, I don't know... The rivers of lava, the leafless trees, cold abandoned buildings, the screams of sufferings, some days the sun hide leaving us with gloomy skies, yeah... seems beautiful to me,”

So he kept mute. "Since you don't want to say anything, I will go ahead and share what I have stored for you," the voice said getting pissed. "Do you know where I am right now?" he paused waiting for some kind of response from Peter but he fed him none. He continued angrily "Hell!" At the mention of hell, Peter began hearing in the background, faint voices of people in extreme pain and agony. Some were screaming for help; others asking for water. His heart hammered wildly. Sheer terror paralyzed him.

The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers. He took out his heart. Christian's heart. He wanted to scream, let out the fear and remove the stormy cloud gathering in his chest. But his oversized ego would not allow that, watching as his predator advances slowly, taking all his time like he had the world in his hand. All he had witnessed was enough to come to a conclusion. He had just voluntarily entered the other side of hell.