Arrastrado Al Infierno Novels & Stories

"Hey, are you blind or something?" I lost my balance and fell to the ground, collapsing on top of my crutches. It dug into my flesh and put me in agonizing pain. I turned to look at the car and saw that it was a sports car with a very low body. A young man in dark sunglasses stuck his head out of the driver's window and continued yelling at me. "You imbecile!" I wanted to get up, but I quickly realized that there was nothing I could hold on to. There was no way for me to stand up, and sweat started dripping down from my forehead. People also started gathering around me.

Up and down it went until all the bones in my wrists and ankles were shattered. But I couldn't even scream now. The only sounds that escaped were broken, muffled groans. I don't know how long the torture lasted before they finally got bored and threw me into the freezing river. The rain was pouring, and the cold seeped deep into my bones. I gritted my teeth until my molars cracked, pressed my chin against the riverbank, and dragged my body upward, inch by inch. The phone screen glowed faintly in the rain. As I pressed the numbers to make a call, my stitched-up lips split open again, and blood dripped onto the screen.

I've never been so wide awake No, nobody but me can keep me safe And I'm on my way The blood moon is on the rise The fire burning in my eyes No, nobody but me can keep me safe And I'm on my way [Farruko:] (Ya, ya) (Farru, yeah, guaya) Lo siento mucho (Farru), pero me voy (Eh) Porque a tu lado me di cuenta que nada soy (Eh-ey) Y me cansé de luchar y de guerrear en vano De estar en la línea de fuego y de meter la mano Acepto mis errore', también soy humano Y tú no ve' que lo hago porque te amo (Pum-pum-pum-pum) Pero ya (Ya) no tengo más na' que hacer aquí (Aquí) Me voy, llegó la hora 'e partir (Partir) De mi propio camino, seguir lejos de ti

she smirks and a small smile appears on my face. Leonardo picks up a gun and shoots her arm making her groan in pain, “That's why we would be a perfect match” he crouches beside her and removes her hair from her face, “what do you say? Change of mind?” She inches her face close to his, seductively looking at him from his mouth to his eyes, “preferiria arder en el infierno” she spits on his face. I would rather burn in hell.

Pulling my shirt down maximum to cover down I stood there fearfully. " On your knees , stretch your arms until I say to stop " he ordered and that's when I understood what was my punishment. I looked at the floor and glass pieces scattered around. I felt like some pointed pieces were looking at me evilly. Hour's passed, hands joint's began to ache like hell. I don't wanted to cry but when pain rushed inside tears began to flow automatically. When I looked down I saw blood on that grey floor so I only looked at it once. For almost five hours I endured that pain and torture. Finally he asked me to stand up . How I pulled the glass pieces from my knees I don't remember because that was one of t

I was lost to my Wrath, forgetting everything and everyone as Satan. My teeth hurt so much, I bit into anything in an attempt to relieve the freezing pain. Nothing helped. If anything, every time I tasted blood, I spit it back out in disgust. Everything inside me was cold. Cold and dead and icy. Nothing warmed me up. I was a shard of ice, cutting into everything and everyone that met me. Black ice. I was Satan. Everybody's worst fear. We were closing in on the dark ones. I knew we were close. I could smell them, their foul stench of decaying flesh reaching me from a distance.

I just want someone to save me from this hell. I want to yowl at my misfortune, the feelings of being impotent are in breaking frame. I'm not even crying anymore. I'm just numb. I feel hopeless. Powerless. Helpless. Weak. Vulnerable. Whatever you name it. I have no control over my life anymore and I doubt I'll ever have. I am just a puppet now and Ivan is my master. He will pull my string and I'll have to act accordingly. I felt fatigued looming, like an epidemic I couldn't fight. But as my eyes were about to shut, the door unlocked with a loud click, my heart racing in my chest. I was sure they would kill me now.

The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel t

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

I slammed the wooden stake into his chest. He gasped, his red eyes widening in shock. "Y-you....." His body convulsed, his hands clawing at my arm. Black veins spread across his pale skin as the stake burned through him. "You... bitch!" he choked out. I laughed mercilessly, twisting the stake deeper. "You monsters took everything from me. This is what you deserve." He let out a final agonized scream before his body turned to ash, disintegrating into the wind. I dusted off my hands, adjusting my outfit. "Another one bites the dust." Without another glance, I left the alley, making my way back inside the club.