Hell Sent Novels & Stories

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It was now or never. I took a deep breath and clicked DONE. * * * This is impossible. Hotsome: The awkward moment when you try to message a girl and all you can think of is hello. SinDeRella: Hi. Hotsome: Want to chat sometime? SinDeRella: Sure, how’s your day? Hotsome: Great. And hope you are as well. So, any plan tonight? SinDeRella: Actually I have. How about next weekend?

He was the only hope for me to getting out from this situation. " Saahil do you think that I am playing around ? I want something hard I want to get knocked out and forget everything man. I don't want to be in my senses this drinking is not working with me. Please .... I never asked anything from you but now I need your help " I begged as much as I can and at and he agreed.

I shouldn't disturb him, but I miss him very much. Sebastian's hands began to tremble. He remembered Winnie's greedy eyes and shallow calculations. Contrasting them with Nicola's forbearance and deep affection, he threw the diary on the floor, buried his head in his hands, and crouched down. He had lost his soulmate. Sebastian picked up his phone and dialed a number. It was a number he had obtained by using his last personal connections. The phone rang for a long time before finally being answered. "Don Quinn? You still have the nerve to call?" It was Ethan's voice, laced with sarcasm.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Shin replied to a message from Aunt Sherina. Then the girl put her cellphone back into the bag. Shin didn't know it was a new or used cellphone, because she got it from Aunt Sherina before Shin left the house earlier. But Shin was really happy when he got the cellphone. Since she was in school, she only used his parents' cellphone, because they didn't want Shin's education to be disturbed. And now she really has it. Aunt Sherina said, she bought the cellphone so she could exchange messages with Shin. She was very worried about Shin's situation, especially when the girl was outside alone.

Hazel pov I keep calling Tyler and the fucker won't answer at all so I keep calling and texting. Sidney and Sandra are mad the money is gone but we got expensive taste. I sigh as I text him again. "Answer me now, or I send some friends," I text. I'm bluffing, but he doesn't know that. "You all will die, Hazel, so stop now before I send warriors to kill all of you," Tyler texted back. I huff annoyed.

You guys have become my family and I cant thank you enough to be with me through the journey 🙏🙏 Now there wont be any upadte of In His Hell. This story end here with a happy note. Once again thank you so much for being with me always. I love each one of you who are reading this, no matter if you comment or not, if you vote or not. I just love you all for making it till here. Your this much love to read till here is more than enough for me. Plzz do forgive me if I offend anyone of you in anyways throughout the journey of I H H.

Sent. Less than three seconds later, her cell phone vibrated. Beep. Henrique replied. Also by audio. Helena tapped on the message. The sound was loud enough for Josh to hear. “All right.” Henrique's voice was deep, hoarse, and magnetic, like velvet brushing against her skin. There was none of the usual office coldness. There was a possessive softness. “Don't drink too much. Have fun.” The audio ended. Helena smiled at the phone, satisfied.

One message. Shit.