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towards a window and broke through. “NO!!” He roared as he lunged towards me and grabbed me before I accidentally fell. We rolled on to a terrace overlooking the lava. He grabbed me firmly and suddenly flew with me in the air. I screamed as I looked down and saw people in the fiery lava being burned alive but not dying. So, this is Hell? Unending torture? Fuck! I never want to be here in those pits! We landed on a bridge, next to a lake that had floating bodies in it. I clung to him in terror. “This is the lake of the dead, all souls come to Karan for ferry towards the underworld. Those who are worthy will go to paradise, those who are unworthy of paradise come to me.” I watched the dead fl

- Nia. "Great, lethal morning breath." I had to think. I couldn’t look at it, couldn't startle it. I sat motionless, thinking. A sliver of my shadows reached out and searched, finding it had no soul. Perhaps that was the key. A thread of spirit went forth into the creature and it convulsed. My shadows went forth now, and together, both strangled the creature to death. My shadows were sure to keep its mouth shut and eyes covered. I just sat and waited. After a few seconds, it dropped dead. "Easy." Hades himself stood on the other side of the gate as it opened. I stood and bowed. He bowed in return. "You have earned my highest respect, Hell Goddess. You are the first to make it through my gate

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

worried about her feelings? Because sexual harassment is real and if she walks out of here with tears in her eyes and tells the other bartenders that I didn’t even finish it’s going to look bad on all fronts. I don’t need that kind of heat, The Fox Hole is an upstanding place and if people hear that I’m sexually harassing my waitresses and don’t even finish the job, I’ll be investigated and even worse, ridiculed mercilessly by the guys in my circle. A full roast session is not in the cards for me this month, or next. I don’t have the time. Like someone upstairs was listening, my phone rings on the desk and Chantel, bless her heart, keeps sucking like her daddy was Mr. Hoover himself. The va

his mother hissed "It's completely normal to feel dormant when seeing someone you haven't seen for two years. Don't capitalize on it! Give yourself some more time with her. You have known her better than those gold-diggers lurking on the streets of Willow-ridge. She will make a good wife!" "You said that two years ago, mother!" Ian raised his voice, annoyed "You said she is a good person. You said she is better than the other women in Willow-ridge! You said she is the only person who can ever really love me! But look at me! Look at me, mom I'm a mess!" "I'm a horrible mess! She changed me! She hurt me so deeply that I cannot trust anyone and anything anymore! She destroyed me and left me in

Thank you to her as well . Hey do you like songs . Yeah! I can suggest some songs you can hear with this story isn't it . You can hear this playlist * willow - Taylor swift * lover - Taylor swift * Gorgeous - Taylor swift * young and beautiful - Lana DeL Rey * say yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey * Often - the weeknd ( for smut ) I was listening these songs while writing the chapter . You can add more songs if you want . It's your choice more than me .

He was searching the ground looking for her body, when - A glowing figure slowly emerged from within the falling ashes. Ambrose turned toward them, getting up from the ground and unsheathing his sword. He had no idea exactly what had risen from the ashes. The pheonix had always been described as a creature. Had something taken over Sephora's body? He didn't know. But when the figure finally came into focus, Ambrose's breath caught in his throat, and his heart gave a twist of pain.

She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her. “This is amazing, a paradise. I have lived in the City of Bloom my whole life, but I never once thought that there was a paradise here. I wonder if I can go back here once I leave,” she murmured to herself. She sighed as she thought of ways on how she should live her life right now. She just hopes that a miracle will come and give her back her old life, or maybe she can start a new life with what her father left for her. She stayed a little longer, and it was starting to get dark already when she heard someone calling her. She stood up and looked around and saw something from the other side of the lake.

Finally. The other side of hell have success be completed. Although the plot was a little lacking and some theory's aren't explained in dept, I hope your I enjoyed reading like I enjoyed WRITTING it. Don't think I will be writing a sequel soon, maybe after I edit through. Maybe. And for those who didn't like the story. I apologize. I know am not the best, but I really love WRITTING and the earnings are just a bonus. Again. I apologize.

“An in-between place. A crack between worlds. A way station, of sorts.” Gavin loathed his next words but that hysterical panic was crawling ever closer. “What are you saying? Is this . . . ” “Hell?” The boy’s eyes hardened, looking inexplicably old and ancient. “A place you couldn’t possibly begin to fathom. Especially considering you don’t believe it exists.” It was desperately sad, some part of Gavin realized, that his only defense was petulant sarcasm. “C’mon. I’m a midlist genre author. Pretty sure I know what hell is.”