Hell Sent Novels & Stories

Hehe (Sent) Shaun: Saraahhhh! Why so cold, it's truely me, Shaun. I just want to be friends. I miss the Island so much. Will you be on vacation there after the semester? (Sent) Shaun: Hey Sarah! This will be the last and I won't bother you anymore. I just want you to know that I got your number from Fe, just so you can verify that I'm not conning you. (Sent) Few days passed and I still did not receive a reply.

Before we get to them, they will flee and with their Elderwood and Tyler's strange blood, it would be difficult to track them. His eyes flickered over to the the wooden box James had brought in. The Siever was useless now since Tyler's blood was missing its human Scent. Once again, our hands were tied. "Go to sleep, Tiger."

"Don't try to contact me again after this. My involvement ends here. Consider this my last communication with you." I looked at the phone and rolled my eyes. Ugh, so fucking annoying. "Yeah, whatever, dude. You already gave me what I needed. Thanks again, Caleb. You may leave now'' "You're welcome," He said. "Enjoy the show'' I planned to. The phone clicked. He hung up. How rude. But then, I shrugged. Who cared? He'd given me the ammunition. Now, it was up to me to fire the shot. Lou returned, holding a sweating glass. "Here's your mimosa, babe''

Instead I send back a single message. Alex- See you tonight. "

Beep! A message came into her phone. It was Tara. Tara: Yo babe! Sherry: Good, what about you? Tara: I'm good, are you enjoying your holiday? Sherry:( She sent a bored emoji), bored as hell. Tara: (Send a laughing emoji) You don't have a choice, you have to except if you wish to get harassed by those aggressive reporters.

She blamed me for abandoning Eleanor outside. I sneered and said, “Who’s supposed to be the older sister here, me or her? “If a grown adult can’t manage to keep up and gets lost, that’s not on me. That’s just not being the sharpest tool in the shed.” Eleanor shot me a glare. Just as she was about to argue, both my mother’s and my phones vibrated simultaneously. It was a message from the group admin in the neighborhood residents’ group chat. The message announced the arrival of a relief supply shipment.

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Cayden and Kyle walked in on them terrified when they heard a loud thud, Celine hadn't left his side since they brought him home and this was two days ago, Kyle rushed to him trying to help him straighten out with his seat but backed away before touching him hearing him mutter amid his short breaths "Sama, she's suffering, tormented, dying She comes back to life, she dies, she dies and comes back to life, she calls me, she wants me to find her, we are looking in the wrong place, we are not looking in the right place.” Celine said to him in a stifled and trembling voice, her pain and sorrow sobbing, "You can feel their presence, you are the only one who can sense their presence, Arn, the mat

"I-Isn't it just news? There were no photos, or even his name... Is it that serious?" "You have no idea how vigilant the gangs are now! That information is enough for them to dig out the mole! Why would they need photos?" After Hannah finished speaking, she hung up angrily without waiting for Nelissa to say anything else. Nelissa paled as she reached out and pulled Jared's sleeve. "Didn't you tell me that the news report was just like a story and there'd be no problems?" Jared held her hand nonchalantly. "Why do you believe everything you hear? They say something happened, and you immediately believe them? Who knows if they're just spooked and imagining the worst?

What the fucking hell– Have you started seeing things, Ashley? Do you miss that man so damn much to the point of illusion? "Hey, babe. You alright?" Lucy's voice snaps me out of my daze and I shake my head absentmindedly; my eyes fixed on the text across my screen. Sinclair. It's a text from fúcking Sinclair. "Ashley, " I hear Lucy call, but my eyes remain on the mobile, my mind going over the text repeatedly till I carve the three words across my screen to heart.