A Short Stay In Hell Novels & Stories

And if you have lived a bad life, you descend to Hell. But I went to neither of those places. In Alkhemi, you are either floating in the Heavens, or you're going through something worse than Hell. It is a mixture of both. But for me recently, I have been going through hell. Like now. “Ahh!” I let out another war cry as I run towards the man with blue eyes and dark, brown hair.

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

I leaned against the wall, was pushed to the floor when I heard the anguish of Nerissa's cry. 'Good bye my friend, I can take care of your loved ones here . I'm so sorry. Don't worry, we'll be seeing each other soon. In hell, yeah in hell. We have committed many sins, so we will not be accepted in heaven.'

But then her expression shifted—her once-friendly face hardened into something cold and menacing. She reached out and ran her fingers through my tangled, dirty hair, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “Mirabella,” she said, her voice soft but laced with malice. "Once you step through these doors, there’s no escape. This place is hell, and you will learn to survive in it because that’s all you’ll ever do here.” She chuckled again, as if amused by her own cruelty. “Got it?” Her words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I could only stare at her, my mind reeling with the horrifying truth. I wasn’t just trapped—I was in hell. My situation had spiralled from bad to worse, and there was no way o

I knew Aunt Judy was a heavy drinker and made a lot of things sound more serious than they were sometimes, but there was something in her voice that grabbed my attention. “Everything good?” I asked. “Or ya’ll over there fighting already?” “You know how Brielle and Draya are,” she huffed. “But it is weird that Draya decided to pop back up after all this time when she finds out her sister’s about to marry that damn demon.” I laughed every time she called Kannon a demon. He wasn’t no damn demon. He might’ve been to Brielle. But to me, he wasn’t shit but a snake who went behind my back to try to play me out of my royalties. So if that’s what she meant when she said ‘demon’, then yeah. She was ri

He informs me, pouting like a petulant child. “So you’re just going to keep me here forever? That’s not possible. I’d get an infection from my injuries and die! I can't see my forehead, but I know there's a nasty gash there! It'll get infected if I remain in this place!” I exclaim, getting hysterical now, because I don’t like the look in his eyes one bit. It’s a look that says that yes, he does intend to keep me here forever. How on earth did I get myself into this, for goodness' sake?

After what felt like several hours of waiting, Tyler opened his eyes only to see that he was the only person on the street. "What the hell?" He gasped, stumbling to his feet and looking around for Luke and his friends. He was sure that they were here only a moment ago, the bruises on his body and his broken bracelet were proof that Luke and his friends had been here before they suddenly disappeared. Whatever had mysteriously taken them away, Tyler gave it a small appreciation before running home. When he was far gone, a figure materialized from the shadows, with Luke and his friends' lifeless bodies levitating in mid-air.

It felt like a thin veil, a fragile barrier against the hungry gaze of the universe. "Okay, that's as good as it's going to get on short notice," Ava declared, her voice tight. "Standing by for jump. Any last-minute existential crises you want to air, Damon?" "Just don't let Misha forget my favorite brand of… whatever passes for chocolate in Hell," I replied, forcing a lightness I didn't feel. A wry smile touched my lips, a fleeting glimpse of the Damon I used to be, the one who didn't feel like he was made of vanishing starlight.

She was sentenced to three years in prison. I held the court document silently for a long time. Three years. My mother’s life had earned only three years. However, I understood that the law had already made its judgment. The airplane lifted into the clouds. I closed my eyes and buried every memory deep inside me.

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.