A Short Stay In Hell Novels & Stories

We thanked the driver for the ride, and someone was already taking our bags, “welcome to Gold Heights Mr. Duncan, my name is Charles Dolowitz.” “Good to meet you Mr. Dolowitz,” Heath says, shaking his hand. “I am sorry for what you saw, it was not our intention,” I said, embarrassed. He smiled at me before replying. “It is okay, ma’am, I should not have opened the door,” he said genuinely, “let me show you to your rooms.” “Rooms? I am pretty sure I only asked for one room, because this is my girlfriend.” And without a single shock, the manager looked at Heath and said, “Isn’t this one of your usual ladies? You are going to get tired of her within two days, so it is advisable to get different

I realized that, that night was really long, because I had five men to please and little to no breaths to breathe. But even if I died that night, I don’t think they would’ve let me go. Animals eat their prey, dead or alive, a prey is a prey. “Let me go…” Was all I could say, my mind didn’t give me the power to think anything other than that. This momentary illusion, I thought I’d wake up from it but I found myself living it. That illusion became my life, when I first entered inside this hell, a brothel called ‘Paradiso’ another illusion because it turns out to be a club…

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

She looked like she was in better condition than Harvey was, though. There was a pile of something nasty before her, and a few fierce-looking women were forcing her to swallow it. "Harvey won't stay alive for much longer—he's going to breathe his last breath at any moment. Tina's still young, so I had her sent to one of the youth detention centers here. Since she likes ganging up on others and bullying them, she can enjoy that to the fullest in there. "Lindsey is still hanging on. Maybe it's because she's worried about her daughter. Let's hope she can hang on until they're reunited!"

He watches me for a moment before speaking again. “Dante said a doctor will be here in about an hour to check you over,” he begins, sitting across from me. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a calm patience in his voice. “Look, the easiest way to explain this is bluntly. I won’t sugarcoat it, but it’s not as bad as it might sound.” I nod slowly, bracing myself. “This place is called Heaven and Hell,” he says. “Heaven is a standard nightclub—drinks, music, dancing. Hell is a strip club, lap dances, that sort of thing.” He pauses, watching my reaction.

Just when everyone thought Jason would surrender, he rushed to the window and jumped out, dragging Jean after him. With a loud bang, the bomb exploded in mid-air, turning both of them to ash. … In the Underworld, I clutched my ticket and waited for my number to be called. Beside me, the elevator leading to the Fields of Punishment arrived. The doors slid open. I watched as two familiar figures were dragged into the elevator by the guards. I could hear Jason mumbling, "Will I see Chelsea in my next life?" All he got in reply was silence. My gate opened. I stepped through without hesitation. May we never meet again in our next life.

He stretches his hand out to Lucifron, and he takes a deep breath and grabs it. - The luck in all this is that time here passes in a way that you can't understand. While it's been half an hour outside, here it's been a month, and what's worse is that it feels like we haven't left the first day yet. There is no exact time count. It's more of a feeling. – Gary adds – we can’t waste any more time. You saw how quickly 30 days passed. We only have another 30 to be able to free our future son's soul and get out of here. Staying in this hell of doors for all eternity will drive us crazy.

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.

Keeping her from slipping into the quiet he had shown her before. “You don’t have to,” he said. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. “You said there was a cost.” “Yes.” She swallowed thickly. “Say it again.” A pause. Then, closer still, his voice lowered—not in secrecy, but in intimacy. “You will not belong to heaven,” Malachor said. “You will not be reclaimed by a god who mistook your endurance for obedience. You will stand where I stand—between endings. You will see what others refuse to look at. You will carry what is cast away.”

“I’m going to kill you the first chance I get you little shit.” “Yeah, yeah. How do you think I got here? Do you think I came here of my own free will?” It chuckled. It held out its hands and slowly turned around like he wanted to show me something “look around, Ryder. Have you forgotten that you just landed in hell? I mean look over there. That’s not a hot tub that you want to relax in.”