Hell House Novels & Stories

“There is no way you‘re going there yourself.” “The location, Melvin.” “Sure…sure. No one in this world surprises me more than you do, boss.” He quizzed. "Haven hotel. 340 Sand Hill. Time 9 pm. Room 1001. She had also planned to record the scene and put up the video as a leaked video later." Instantly, he gave all the information to me. "Interesting," I muttered, processing the information. "Let's see who enjoys this game more." I mused.

"I need you at the office managing the board situation while I handle this. If you come to me I have two problems instead of one." A pause. "Find her," Elias said quietly. "I will." He hung up. Hale called back in ninety seconds. "Three properties," Hale said. "Two warehouses and a private residence in the Meatpacking District under a shell company. The residence is the one. He'd want containment and access control. The warehouses are too open right now with everything moving." "Address." Hale gave it. "Eyes on it in the next ten minutes," Damien said. "Already sending someone."

"There was a meeting we weren’t invited to, so I went and killed them for daring to ignore us. Don’t worry, no one left alive can say they saw me." The room falls into an awkward silence. George's eye twitches while Basil purses his lips, trying to maintain composure. If anyone else had said that, they’d assume it was a lie. But I was Lucille. I thrived on blood and it didn’t matter whose. The only person who ever survived unscathed around me was our father, the head of the Hellfire Family, also the only one who could control me. Basil clears his throat, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here then l waves a hand forward. One of his personal guards approaches me and holds out a picture

Before George could finish, Father snatched up the bowl of broth and hurled it to the floor—bowl, soup, and all. "Shut your mouth!" He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot like a raging lion—all trace of his earlier tenderness gone. "He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!"

He said and Hazel was happy she did not have to use her dagger. "Well, the Asher's live uptown in a brown mansion. All you have to do is just keep going straight up this way and you will not miss it, " he said to her and Hazel smiled a sinister smile as her blood rushed hot. It was about to go down

he wailed and Kelsey ran out of the cell and locked the door behind her ignoring his continuous screams. “I’ll make sure you regret this!” she heard Simon screaming as she ran in the hallways. The house looked old and mouldy, it was definitely not Simon’s house. It had to be some sort of hideout. They were holes in the ceiling and rats seemed to move around like they owned the place. Cockroaches were not left out too. The house was undoubtedly big but also unbelievably old. She continued to run until she reached what looked like a living room but the kind you see in horror movies.The floorboard creked under each step she took and sometimes, it felt like there was about to be an earthquake bu

The sound that followed the crushing of the silicon sliver was not an explosion, but a "Digital Scream"—a high-frequency shriek of protest from the cellar's ancient sensors that tore through the stagnant air. The red emergency lights of the cellar didn't just flicker; they pulsed with the erratic rhythm of a dying heart. Above them, the very bones of the Hawke mansion—the hand-hewn timber and the Victorian stone—began to groan as the "Neural-Lock" cascaded through the house's hidden circuitry.

We’d grown up quickly, and survival was the name of the game. The game had left Hawk bitter and stupid. It left me cautious yet independent, stubborn, and fucking unwilling to be taken advantage of. “Holy shit,” I muttered when I pulled up to the curb outside The Dollhouse. The entire building was at least three stories high, the red-brick industrial exterior making it look like it belonged somewhere down by the docks. There were no windows, no tacky neon signs—no signs at all. It was like it was just known as the premier gentlemen’s club in LA by sheer will alone.

I have to get out of here as soon as possible. sera started looking around the house. The house was very simple, containing many furniture, there is more than one sofa and many chairs, as if there are many meetings taking place in this place, and there is a place that looks like a kitchen, but with tools since pre-Islamic times. There is no television or any electrical machines sera muttered: How do they live in hell, don't they know that the world has evolved or what?

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”