Hell In The Heartland Novels & Stories

The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers. He took out his heart. Christian's heart. He wanted to scream, let out the fear and remove the stormy cloud gathering in his chest. But his oversized ego would not allow that, watching as his predator advances slowly, taking all his time like he had the world in his hand. All he had witnessed was enough to come to a conclusion. He had just voluntarily entered the other side of hell.

The feel of them being together ignited a feeling, an inferno or even the entire pits of hell. “Abi, I hope that isn't true.” Zeres whispered. Abigail gulped softly. “I cannot wait to make you mine Abi. I cannot wait to take you to hell.”

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

She tumbled through the abyss, a kaleidoscope of nightmarish sights and sounds swirling around her. In an instant, she found herself in the heart of Hell. The landscape was a desolate, barren wasteland, devoid of life and hope. The skies were ablaze with crimson and sulfur, casting an eerie, oppressive glow over the nightmarish terrain. Jagged rocks and twisted, gnarled trees stretched into the distance, shrouded in an eternal gloom.

The rain hit the pavement in quick, sharp bursts as Cassandra hurried down the slick streets of Phoenix. Her heels clicked against the wet concrete, echoing in the near-empty alleyways. The night had shifted since dinner, colder now, more unpredictable—like the city itself. She pulled her coat tighter around her, the collar brushing against her cheek, but it did little to fend off the chill that wasn’t just from the weather. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert from Phoenix Analytics: Unusual activity detected near downtown warehouse. The message was brief, but the implications weren’t. Someone was watching, or worse, moving. Cass’s mind raced. Could Leo’s warnings be more urgent than she’d

She had managed to track down Callista's current phone number. Luther's hands trembled so much that he nearly dropped the phone. Finally, he mustered the courage to dial the number. The call connected. "Honey, the honey garlic prawns went bad. I'll buy you fresh ones, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

This troublesome psychopath had been a regular customer of hell and it was getting annoying. " I don't know I guess I was shot at the head this time" she pointed at the hole on her forehead with pride. "What did you do this time?" King yama asked with a long sigh Lilith let out a smirk filled with pride. She was ready to thrill King Yama with her wondrous adventure in the land of the living. " So there I was" Dramatic music suddenly plays, where the hell did it even come from" Jumping buildings, Soaring the sky...."

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.