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Can a person overdose on this much feeling? “AH! MAX!” I shouted. Every muscle in my body convulsed. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, and I was sure my soul had just left my body, soaring somewhere above the ceiling. His venom, his Alpha essence, was coursing through my system. It felt like it was unwiring and then re-wiring my DNA with his, connecting us in unimaginable ways. My ears were buzzing with blissful noise. I barely heard the second low groan that shook his body as he shot another wave of heat into me.

one of the securities sent to retrieve Esther says, “and one of our rescue ships is gone, she must have got tipped off and ran.” “What!” Heath yells angrily. It seems this cruise is surely from hell.

She grins, “Play?” I chuckle, “Oh, this will be fun!” I walk up to her and snap my fingers. Our clothing vanishes from our bodies. “Wow,” she gasps. “You can do it too, my love.” “Really?” “Oh, yes and so much more,” I said as I grabbed her and she wrapped her legs around me. I walk over the water. She mumbles, no doubt bracing herself for the chill of the water that won't come. She tries to shift herself in my arms, “Patience.” I get far enough out that I know it will cover most of our bodies once I sink into the water. I let us slowly sink down into the water. She wrinkles her nose. I know she thought it would be cold but it's not. In Hell, everything is how my family wills it to be. After

CHAPTER 22 DANGER WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! “You will be locked up for the rest of your life, living the guilt of the souls you have taken, never to be forgiven.” Lester denounced and turned his body away from him. His heart ached, if he supported him and gave the pack to him, maybe things would turn out this badly, maybe he would have been saved from his own demons. Regret really does its wonders, always comes at the last minute torturing you.

he blurted out, his words laden with a sense of dread and urgency. Before the weight of his revelation could fully settle, Ove's form became engulfed in the unyielding flames of hell, reducing him to naught but smoldering ashes. The chamber bore witness to the swift and merciless retribution that befell the hapless man, a stark testament to the unforgiving nature of the infernal forces at play.

“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,”

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

12 months ago Italy Hell. A place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. Well, that's how our holy scriptures describe it anyway. And if it's true in every sense, then Romero mansion could be one of the kernels of that sinful fire. Lola shuddered at her thoughts, gripping the rosemary hard between her bony fingers. With bloodshot eyes, she stared at the giant chandelier unblinking. Not once her moistened eyes dried. She tried her best to block the entire world and concentrate on the divine power that supports us in time when all doors are c

“Light or dark doesn’t matter. It’s just levels of nasty when we wash the laundry and take out the trash.” That was something odd to say in Ian’s estimation. He knew they’d be euphemisms, but for what he wasn’t sure. Looking at the now open book. There're scribbled notes covering the pages' empty spaces as they fought for room with the diagrams and symbols. The splotches must be ink or blood. The paper was yellowed, and the ink faded. Ian knew nothing about books. To him, it looked old and ready to fall apart. “But do we have what we need to kill them? Or can we kill them?”

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'