Films Like Drag Me To Hell Novels & Stories

“Sama, sama, my love, you are out of that grave, you are out, my dear dragon, we have found you; please, open your eyes and look around.” She stopped listening to Aaron's voice addressing her, the voice of the lover who had been swallowed up by the earth as it had swallowed her and buried him under its rubble with Lucifer. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times, trying to clarify her blurred vision, and raised her eyes to the sky, watching the shadows of the sun in the middle, hot and bright; she closed them, unable to bear them any more. Paying attention to Aaron, her pupils narrowed, trying to convince herself that it was real and not an illusion, kneeling beside her, anxiousl

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

It drizzled in the early morning. I put on a black dress and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the grey sky outside. "Donna Quinn, the car is ready." George stood at the door, followed by two Soldati. I nodded, took an umbrella, and walked out of the manor. The two Soldati sent by Sebastian flanked me. The car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery in the western suburbs. I walked up to my parents' tombstones and slowly knelt down.

He gulped the remaining drink left then teleported himself to his father's last kingdom. Lucifer was sitting majestically on a golden throne, wearing an all-black garment and a staff in his hands. He was well composed on the throne with no emotions in his eyes. He looked like a god of handsomeness and beauty all together. His face was well cave like it was made specially for him. No wonder he was called the lord od desires and lust, with that face he would seduce all kind of creature both male and female. Just looking at his will trigger even the carnal desires of a saint, what a beautiful creature God made. "Father, you sent for me" Luciel bowed his head before looking up to speak.

“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.

Drake didn't answer, he just walked fast and then broke the necks of the vampires and pulled their hearts out of their chest cavity with his bare hands. “AAAAAAAH!!” cried a tramp. They then ran in a hurry to leave the slum area. "There are ghosts!! There are ghosts!!" they shouted in terror. At first, no one believed the words of the stinking vagabonds. However, suddenly Drake came out of the mouth of the narrow alley with a flaming body, golden scales and covered in blood. “AAAAAA!!” Screams were heard from all directions. Drake had no interest in those weak humans. Their hearts didn't appeal to him. It then flew low with its golden wings. The sound of police sirens began to sound from var

I have run through a hundred scenarios and possibilitie, but not even one of them can explain what I saw. I take a shower and get into bed. Maybe I was seeing things and all I need is a good rest. I try to console myself. I am wet, and trying to get out of the water but it feels like something is pulling me down. I try again, and again. I don’t know why I need to get out of the water, but I know I need to. I scream and let in the water. Then I start being weighed down. I look up and see fire on top of the water surface. I try swimming to the surface but my legs feel heavy. I can’t move, and I just keep going down and down.

The house staff then dragged him out of Luther's place and tossed him beyond the gates. Kai then stumbled back home, bruised and battered. As he reached his doorstep, a memory flashed in his mind. It was Callista's gaze as she sat in the car he called for her that night. She had looked at him with a mix of heartbreak and finality. His chest tightened with panic. Kai staggered inside and pulled up the surveillance footage from that night. When he found it, his heart plummeted. The recording showed that right after he and Luther had entered the house, Callista had followed them in.

“I think it’s for whooping cough or yellow fever. Something like that. Either way, relax for a bit while the wheels are in motion.” “It isn’t a fake AIDS claim is it?” Father laughed. “Not at all.” What to do? He got up, then lay right back down as the hangover jumped him again. In Jon’s reckoning, hangover was a misleading term. They should call it “the drag”, because he felt like his entire body was just dragging along for the day. Every action, every thought, took twice as long. A further vacation, one where he hopefully wouldn’t be stuffed into a car trunk, would be nice.

"Haha, I never expected the media to help us catch the mole! Damn it! I treated you like a brother, but you're actually a cop! What are you looking at? Dig out his eyes!" At his command, the henchmen grinned and walked toward me. I lost my eyes amid a soundless scream. Once, I had won the city shooting competition with them. The torture that lasted for more than ten hours made me so miserable and exhausted. For me, death might be the best way to escape right now. When the fatal blow came, I was actually relieved. I could finally stop suffering. My heart gradually stopped beating, and my breath gradually disappeared. As death claimed me, my soul began to drift slowly into the air. Looking at