Hell In The Heartland Novels & Stories

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

Well, that person had used another word that Billy refused to say out loud. “Hold on, my love! I’m coming to you! I will save you from this nightmare and take you home!” Billy whispered again, stepping on the gas. “I swear that I will never leave you alone again!” It was raining so heavily that if it hadn’t been for the GPS system, Billy would’ve never made it to Pacific Heights. All of a sudden, the city seemed unknown to him. In that instant, the neighborhood seemed to Billy one big evil maze that was protecting that bastard and keeping him away from his love.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is the only authors note this book will have, so please read it. Hell Of A Marriage, although a spinoff from Little Nerdy Nightmare is a stand-alone book. *PEOPLE TO KNOW BEFORE READING.* Taylor Snowfall: The woman Keenan loves who is in love with his best friend. Although her presence doesn’t appear much displayed in this book. Phoebe Cates Snowfall: She was Keenan’s first love interest, but she was Rory’s kid sister, and he told Keenan to end the relationship.

"Dante noticed you two take off and wanted to follow." "Aiden senses a threat. Something about the scent of Hell." Amira informed them. "Can you sense anything, Dante?" She asked him. His eyes hardened. "Hellfire. Clear as day. He has the right to be worried." Dante told her. "Hellfire?" Willow asked, confused for a moment. Realization dawned on her. "Wait! I think I know who it is!" She shouted, almost with excitement. "Who?" Amira asked, sharing the confusion with Aiden.

The low hum of the Chronos Sentinel, its unseen presence, felt like a judgment. "Remember your hellfire, Damon," Misha whispered, her voice fierce. "Remember what you are. A King of Hell. A protector. A lover. A father." I closed my eyes, reaching deep within for that last, fading spark. It was a dying ember, but it was mine. It was the essence of who I was, stripped bare by the void, but still there. My rage, my passion, my love. I opened my eyes, met Misha's gaze one last time, then stepped onto the path.

I beg as I continue to cry out in pain. His hand rests on against my chest. "Welcome to hell, Heaven." He drives his hand through my chest so fast that I don't see it coming. His hand connects with my beating heart and the last thing I see is his wicked and cynical smile before he tears out my heart and finally kills me.

He clearly felt the sensation of that longsword going through his chest and cutting off his electronic components. With wide eyes, he looked down at the green mechanical liquid flowing from his chest. Then, Fennel kicked his chest violently! Boom! The man’s chest burst open, and all the mechanical organs shattered in that instant! This kick completely took the life of this Hellhound! Even his mechanical heart was kicked out, which rolled down from his chest and blinked with a red light. This should be considered another form of the Hellhound, but he was still killed by Fennel in seconds!

“Woah! But how could that be possible? I mean… it's hard to digest.” He pulled me back to his chest and sniffed my hair, “You will eventually come to believe it. There is a place called Hell out there. And we live there, waiting to punish the sinned souls. Each one of us out there has our own duties. I, for one, feed on the souls of the living.” My eyes grew wide and I stared down at the black veins that traveled down his neck to his chest. I traced them with my fingers and Asphalt did not revolt on them. He peppered kisses on my forehead.

"The Earth's sentience is focused in the basement of the White Well. We have to explain that love isn't a cage." "You can't talk to it with words anymore," Axiom said, his new flesh-and-bone hands trembling. "It's beyond language. It's in a state of Hyper-Sensation. You have to give it a reason to let go." The Heart of the Jealousy Kael, Elara, and Lyra trekked through the "Throat of the World," a series of tunnels pulsing with the planet's golden-black blood. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and wet earth. Every step felt like a battle; the floor tried to pull at their boots, and the walls leaned in to whisper their deepest fears.

That little bitch will suffer and when I've squeezed the last inch of blood from her man's putrid heart, California and Melina will be mine. I wipe my arm across my brow. The fucking heat of this desert has sweat running down the inside of my once pristine shirt and soaking the waist of my pants beneath the belt. Soon this heat will be replaced by an ocean breeze. So much easier to dispose of dead cunts in the water too. The ocean has a way of disposing of evidence, whereas this godforsaken desert is shit. You would think the ground was made of solid steel with how hard it is to shovel out a grave. Not that I did the work, but I had to listen to the Bobbsey Twins bitch the entire time.