Arrastrado Al Infierno Novels & Stories

Spelling out that bullshit phrase—La sangre es destino (Blood is destiny)—like some messed-up tattoo etched onto the air itself. Then I hear her. Dru’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and laced with terror, "Don’t look!” But I turn anyway. Pendejo (Idiot). Always pendejo. “DRU!” She’s there, trapped in the corner, backlit by the unnatural glow of the black fire. Her locs like a crown of burning thorns, the smell of singed hair acrid in the air. Her skin glows, but not like sunlight—like she’s burning from the inside out. Mariposas negras cocooning her legs, their black wings like living shackles. Her eyes blazing with a fierce, desperate light, “Don’t let him in your head! Fight, pende

And I, Inferno, born of primordial fire, feel every note of it like a hymn in my marrow. My vessel, Alejandro, sleeps, tangled with the delicate warmth of our mate. Their breath dances together, slow and synced. He does not realize it yet, but the bond is nearly complete. He has always been more patient than I. The boy clings to human restraint, as though it will shield him from destiny. As though destiny does not howl louder than any desire.

Shit! Gabriel began playing a familiar tune but it wasn’t until he began singing that I recognised the song. A chill ran down my spine, his voice was deep and gritty and the chosen song stirred up some more emotions deep within me. The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you No, I don't wanna fall in love

But his words were hollow. When my in-laws learned that I was infertile, they treated me even worse. Jack didn't speak up for me at all. He left me to weather the scorn of my in-laws. One day, Jean exploded in anger after I accidentally broke a bowl. She stormed into the kitchen, shoving me in her fury. I slipped on the wet floor and fell hard, bleeding heavily between my legs. That day, I lost the last baby I would ever carry. I had lost any hope of ever becoming a mother.

My head lolled back, a moan escaping my lips. "Cazzo, micio. Anche la tua figa sa di fragole." (F*ck, kitty. Even your p*ssy tastes like strawberries) I understood the gist of the statement given the mention of 'p*ssy' and 'strawberries'. The dirty Italian pushed all reservations to the wayside. Bracing one hand on the couch, I slid the other into his hair. I ran my blunt nails across his scalp and felt a shudder ghost down his back.

The only person I thought I could lean on betrayed my trust. I rolled on my bed crying helplessly, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me.. FAST-FORWARD After staying in my room throughout the day I felt nausea and hungry at the same time.My temperature was getting high.. I walked through the stairs to see if I could see any maid around , unfortunately I found none.. Today is Saturday and they must have gone to their various houses... As the minutes goes by I was getting weaker.my only option right now is to Rico.. I walked back upstairs looking for Rico’s room.. Since I came into this mansion I haven’t entered his room and don’t know where it is ..

My footsteps echoed quietly against the damp stone floor of the dungeon. I stopped a few feet from the prisoners, watching them struggle to stay conscious as they breathed through blood-stained mouths. “Ready to speak?” I asked, my voice low enough to fill the room. The first prisoner slowly lifted his head. One eye was swollen shut. The other wasn’t far from meeting the same fate. “Arde en... el infierno,” 'Burn in... hell,' he muttered before spitting at my boot. My eyes dropped to the saliva on the polished leather. Then I slowly looked back at him. A grin spread across my face.

If only she could tell him how much she loves him, she loves him so much that it hurts her chest to leave him now that it's too late. She loves him! Ya Jabbar, she just confessed her love to him close to her death bed. Extreme pain, anguish, torment, excruciating distress, strenuous experience she's never felt, agony. Few minutes into their beating, they stopped and the man behind her torment came forward to stand in front of her battered body like a trophy. He had a sinister smile and he removed the mask from his face to stare down at her on the floor. She glared at him with nothing but hatred, if only she could stand and beat him like he did her but the pain is too intense for her to even

“you will live to hear till further notice if I hear you try to escape, I will tear you in two pieces, remember that, “ he said and shut the door. I heard his footstep going far away from the place. I think it was a prison where he threw me, These was the place where rogue wolf are kept. Tears filled her eyes but she comfort her heart that it was better then the torture she felt near her uncle. She was feeling that her end is near , she will die here, but on other hand she wanted to take revenge from her uncle , she also wanted to fulfil her parents dream of becoming a business women . As Vance walked out of prison, he felt the fear and sadness of his mate, the bond between then was gettin

How on earth am I suppose to be mates with a rogue? Each step I take brings me closer to my reality. Andreas, my wolf kept urging to go faster. He has never been this agitated. I finally got there to see two kids with a baby. The girl was sleeping with her back turned towards me. I couldn’t get a whim of her scent. I opened the door to the cell and she immediately turn to look at me. “MATE!” We both said at the same time. “Get her out of that filthy place” Andreas yelled.