Novel & Cerita Hell's Paradise Author

One where she was happy and safe. Loved and treasured… Because at the end of the day, it only felt bittersweet to know, that the people who did this to her, never would be able to hurt her again. Thanks to me… Alpha of the Tartarus Pack! Hell’s Alpha… At that, I smirked. They say revenge is a dish best served cold… I think it’s a dish best served--- In Hell…

Then, I asked, "Where is Claudia?" "Claudia also left. She said she was going to hang out with a classmate." Daniel wasn't very sure either. I bade goodbye with an empty feeling inside me. As I was going to look for Frances, I stopped in front of Claudia's door. I couldn't take another step from the spot. A voice inside me told me to enter. Once I did, all the truths would come to light. However, I was also afraid of what I would find. This room was like a Pandora's box which could release countless demons the moment I opened it.

Still, they also showed signs of exhaustion and malnourishment. “Where am I?” I whispered in a very low voice, I wasn’t sure if the girl I addressed my question to heard what I said or not. It was the same one who talked to me. She had jet black, long, straight hair that looked like it hasn’t been combed or washed in days. One side of her face was fully hidden by her hair. There was a thin, black headband on her forehead. It gave her a very creepy appearance. “Unofficially… you’re in hell. Officially, you’re in the King’s pack” she said sympathetically.

she chuckled, “I can see immediately that you are in love…” I blushed instantly. Hiro smirked, took my hand, and kissed it. “I will be forever grateful, that she decided to love someone like me,” Hiro said smiling at me. That made me blush even more, but couldn't help not to smile back at him. “So… Mrs. Tsuchida, what do you do for living?” Mr. Moore asked suddenly. “I'm a writer,” I replied. “Really? What kind of books you write?” “Actually, I wrote only one,” I laughed nervously, “It's a criminal thriller called “Inside the Devil's Mind”, it's been published not long ago…”

“What? She died.” “Gods can’t die in a normal sense. She was destroyed by something she wasn’t supposed to touch, something that could control gods that stepped out of line. Why do you think the god of demons is in the underworld and not with them in paradise? The song was inspired by Rosalie.” “Wow, how come I don’t know anything about this? And I know a lot about the Gods of Silver Paradise.” “No one knows if it’s a true story.” I tell him.

Chapter 30 ‘To understand a God, one must be a God.’ Gabriel repeated the mantra over and over as he guarded the gates between the heavens and Paradise. Only a few tried him today. On a good day, at least two dozen fought for entrance. Most who ended up in Paradise realized that it was only a staging area before they went on to worlds they earned, or were condemned to, while on earth. Maybe it was because they could look over the edge and see Hell clearly was what caused the poor souls so much distress. Gabriel shook his head but gladly rose to the challenge when another such patron decided to try his patience. Everyone was afraid of Hell.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

Chapter 183 Max If hell was a day it would have been what happened yesterday. There are different stages of hell, and it doesn't matter what stage of hell you are in or going through , the levels come with a different challenges . All good things come on threes and so do all bad things too . Hell ; purgatory and Paradise. I didn't study Dante at school but I'm pretty sure inferno doesn't last forever , the space inbetween purgatory and Paradise is always a working progress.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

A tear dropped from his eyes. "I ruined my only paradise…my only fortress. She couldn't wait to leave me. I don't deserve to live"he again murmured, this time his eyes released the tears in bulk. He looked down from the window and prepared to jump, he could feel as his body floated in the air. He felt free, like a bird, aiming to soar higher and higher. And the more he floated the more he went down. And down he landed with a thud…