Arrastrado Al Infierno Novels & Stories

Made to kill. He stepped closer. The man on his knees flinched, a pained grunt crawling up his throat. He crouched. One hand gripped the man’s chin, forcing his battered face upward. His own face stayed cold as he whispered into the man’s face. “Tradire la famiglia è come pugnalare Dio. E tu, Diego, hai scelto l’inferno. Ora sentilo bruciare.” [To betray the family is to stab God himself. And you, Diego, chose hell. Now feel it burn.]

"No, no Astraea come back, come back to me, my love, don't leave me, I'm sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry my love, come back, please forgive me and come back to me." He fell on the ground crying with great oppression, and falling apart knowing that he lost her forever, a painful lump that squeezed his heart hard, when he remembered everything he had done to her, his soul burned because of that, his tears flowed, and he shouted with pain and a scream that made the sky darken throughout the forest, and above the pack land

The pure firmament, and the wondrous grace of all heavens above. And he had been cast down along with the others. Exiled, the bolt thrown on the gates. Set afire and cast out to fall and to fall, until he was certain they could fall no longer, and then to fall farther still, screaming within a crushing vacuum of silence where no ear could hear. Crawling . . . blind and forsaken, imprisoned . . . chained deep down in a black abyss, their once-divine flesh riven from bone and only charred shreds remaining. Condemned, graceless, fettered in utter darkness among choking sulfurous fumes, never to shine, or to see light again. Yet always remembering what was lost, always looking skyward . . .

Bright I dropped a box and cursed, wasting the strength I had reserved to escape from there. Breathing was so hard. Every breath scraped my lungs, and every second was a constant drip of pain over my burned skin. The smell of metal, dried sweat, and despair filled everything. The bottled-up rage wasn't enough to trigger adrenaline in our brains. We needed to fight to leave this place, but our strength dwindled with each passing day. We didn’t even know exactly how many days we had been there, but we felt like we were in hell itself.

Starved Passion::: Was this her way of revenge? He sigh loudly, he should have apologize to her earlier, what manner of torture is this? He looked at her, she was not looking at him. He had never seen Ivana dressed like this, he was aware of his workers having extra clothes at work Incase any unforeseen circumstances arises, Davin eyes darted to the people present in the meeting, his blood boiled, their eyes were feeding hungrily on Ivana, the lust there, he suddenly felt the urge to snap their necks.

I thought as I stared his way in distress. Jerry pulls over his car, steps out, and walks toward me. "I won't bite, just here to help if you need my help," Jerry said with a charming smile as he offers his hand to help me get off my car trunk. He walked me to his car and opened the front door of his car for me. I remained silent and followed him like a sheep. I just didn't want to argue with his kind gestures anymore. After all, I was stranded... I mean I've been stranded in the afternoon and like an angel, he pops up to save my day.

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

He didn't deserve it. Thus, though the ache was wearing me down, I was determined to return home and claim my position and If possible, start righting the wrongs Lorenzo had caused. Raising the water bottle to my lips again, I gulped down the rest of its content and discarded the empty bottle on the floor of the car. Zander whimpered as the burn once again intensified in my chest but I did my best to ignore it, focussing my attention on the tinted windows of the SUV.

Human. I open them again and I find myself gazing into a pale blue gray void. I attempt to step back from Alaric’s sudden proximity and stumble into Cassian who circles his arms around the sides of my waist to steady me his body breaking my fall while Alaric’s arm wraps around my waist. I am sandwiched between the two.

His breath is hot against my ear when he whispers, "You can. You will." I cry harder, shaking my head again and again. "You're a monster!" I scream, the words tearing from my throat like glass. "¡Eres un monstruo! ¡El infierno rechazará tu alma cuando llegues allí!" (You're a monster! Hell will reject your soul when you get there!) He grips my shoulders roughly and forces me to look at him. His eyes burn into mine, unyielding, cold, merciless. "If you don't take his life," he says, as if he's discussing the weather. "You'll be forfeiting Athena's."