A Short Stay In Hell Audiobook Novels & Stories

He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

he casually said with a poker face. With my heart beating rapidly, I look at him waiting for what he’s about to say next. “I want you to do the job!" he said which made me flinch in my seat. " It’s just for a short period of time maybe around two to three months until I fix everything in Nevada then Mr. Austin can come back here!” he added. “but Jace I mean Mr. Keller, I don’t think I’m capable enough to assist you!” I said more of pleading for him to change his mind.

Stella felt terrible she decided to go apologize she was about to open the door and when she heard the voice again. "Stay home, Don't do that. You need to be at home" The voice whispered. Stella raised her hands to cover her ears, she couldn't take it anymore. "Stop it, Stop it." Stella shouted. "if you step out your baby can die, stay at home." The voice whispered this time the voice was low and sounded demonic. "Stop it, stay away from my baby." Stella shouted Before she could say anything she collapsed on the hard floor. Aaron Aaron was done with his work, he was briefed on everything, he was sited on one of chairs in the restaurant when he got a call from Stella, He smiled a bit before h

I chirp brightly, holding a cold compress to my cheek. “You are already returning on the brink of death from these sessions, any more intensity and it will be your dead body we’ll be prepping for a funeral.” Peony chastises. “O ye of little faith, I am stronger and more enduring than you think.” I chide. “I think I know exactly how strong and enduring you are, given as I’m the one that pieces you back together each time.” She snaps. She’s right, my chances of surviving this is dismal. It feels like I have only a month left to live. The door opens and Hela steps inside.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

I want a refund. My body refused to chill. My brain kept replaying it. Over and over. Every movement. Every sound. Every flex of his muscles. Every strained moan that left his throat. “Ugh, Lucian…” I whispered before I could stop myself. And then I froze. …Did I just say his name while laying in bed, hot and bothered? Okay. You know what? Fine. I hate it here. I’m already going to hell anyway. I slid my hand down under my blanket, heart thundering. I hesitated, biting my lip.

Half of the new flavored tea pot of Mr Ashford was almost downed as memories upon memories flooded my mind. The taste was indeed good as he had said, suitable for soothing a deranged soul. But then, every sip of it crept memories into my mind. Memories that pierced holes in my chest. Whitehead. 100 years of living in the human world yet his name lived rent-free in my mind. I stood, staring at my reflection, at the deep scar that I left embedded in there to remind me of that cruel night the name of the kingdom of Delmoria was written in blood. Every bit of it refused to vanish.

“You’re right. But if you want the real truth, you need to see what we’ve seen. There’s more. It won’t make sense until you see it for yourselves.” Trish stepped closer. “Come with us. There’s a chamber beneath the church. Records, relics, forbidden knowledge. If we’re going to stop this thing, we need your help.” Scott looked at Faith. She gave the smallest of nods. “Then show us,” he said. “We’re done waiting in the dark.” Hell A wind screamed through the abyss. We flew across rivers of fire, past jagged canyons filled with shrieking souls. The sky burned red. Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned.

The buildings were empty and it greyed like the walls were decaying. She tried to move her legs but she stumbled. She was able to survive her previous experience but she was with Kalli. She hasn’t been sleeping well since then. She was still trying to outlive the trauma she couldn’t tell anyone. Now, she is drawn back to this again. Then, she heard the sound of footsteps. She struggled to get up but she managed. She can’t find anything she could hide with. She ran instead but the sound of footsteps grew louder. They're closer!

As if he were fighting some primeval instinct to suppress the evil events. “I fell there,” he said, “into their world. One step and one half of my brain. Like melting between molecules. They circle in an endless loop, the lights and shadows, looking to strike out, to grab life’s form. They are all minds and spinning energy embedded in rock. They whispered weird secrets that I am only beginnin’ to understand. And they are anxious to come here.” “I see.” “No, you don’t. They want to come now, because later they won’t be able to. Judgement Day is near.”