Hell Is Other People Webtoon Novels & Stories

and he kissed. The world is full of surprises, and love is one of them. THE END AUTHORS NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BLISSFUL HELL, EVERYONE!

Italy, Sicily. When Nicola opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. "Are you awake?" A man's voice came from beside the window. "Drink." Ethan sat down on the chair beside the bed. "You've been in a coma for three days." "There's no more Nicola in the world." Ethan lit a cigar. "The person sitting in front of me now is the new Consigliere of the Guillermo family." Nicola put down her glass. "How long do I need?"

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“Oh, come on, admit it, it was kind of funny. I got you real good, didn’t I? You should have seen your face when you still thought that the gun was real.” “Well, as you can see, I'm not laughing." "Don't be such a spoilsport. You really think I'd try to kill myself because of a man? Oh, please! No man on earth, not even you, is worthy of causing me to do such a thing." I joke. "This sort of nonsense has to stop. You're always creating one drama or the other, yet you wonder why everyone is dissociating from you.” I don’t reply to this statement. Little does Nathan know that I don’t give a flying fuck if the whole world turns against me, after all, they’re not the ones paying my bills.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

I pray to the heavens. “Hello! Dante Incoming…are you guys decent?” I shouted so loud they can hear me. “Don’t be dramatic Dante.” “Forgive me if I don't want to go visit a therapist for the trauma your indecency caused me…” I said as I come out to the poolside. Rhonda rolled her eyes at me and smiled. Thankfully, they were with a laptop. “What are you guys doing?” “Just some light reading” “Research” They both say in unison and they stared at each other, and at me and I stared at both of them.

Beside him strode his friend; he was aware of the appreciative stares from females as they passed by and wondered if maybe it was unusual to see humans in Howling, but then again, they weren't really human-now were they? "Of all the places Hael? I'm allowed one free pass from Hell each millennium, and you bring me to Hicksville?" Pyro Diego glanced at his friend, who didn't bother to answer, and hoped for the sixth time that venturing into a wolf pack disguised as humans was a wise choice. Shaetan only knows what Marie will think when he returns home in a few weeks, and he rather liked his balls. "She's here, man, I can sense her," Hael muttered as he began to look in the shop windows, and a

Heaven said and laughed at Fritz who is now pouting. “Hi, I’m Hell.” The unknown guys introduced himself and offered his for-shake hands. “Y-you’re what?” I said trying to confirm if I heard his name right. “Hell.” He said smiling. “Oh,” I said and looked at Heaven who just pouted and rolled her eyes. “I’m Peace…Peace Ellis.” “I know you, you pretty.” He complimented me and made me smile. “Go to hell.” Chaos said and walked out. “Well? I’m Hell.” Hell said and wink at me

"You're healing. Were-creatures shouldn't heal from the poisonous strokes of the two men. What really are you?" "You're only a spirit medium. Your job is to communicate with spirits not to guess the name of any creature you come across," Rendall snarled. "But she is—" "We just want to find Orenda and leave this goddamn place," Rendall snapped. "But I don't know what you both are. Everyone should be afraid of the unknown because it's— it's unknown." "We're both were-creatures," Helia grunted. "He's a werewolf, and I'm a werelioness."

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted