Hellbent Mc Novels & Stories

As we made it to the last step, she added, “Torture chamber.” Fuck! It was too late to turn back now. Certainly she wasn’t actually planning to kill me. And yeah, I didn’t exactly think that being tortured was part of the training plan, but I could technically heal now, in a matter of minutes or hours depending on the wound. But then a body came into view as we turned a corner. There was someone else here. A young man, likely in his mid-twenties, stripped of all his clothes, just everything hanging out, with duct tape over his mouth, was chained to a metal chair that was attached to the wall with more heavy chains. What the fuck?

He was quite anxious to get the job done as he was more interested in seeing what this cold case had been about and the added bonus of getting done and venturing back to Temperance to be with Layla. The Howler M.C. pulled up a-ways just before turning into what appeared to have been a local bar, Brick had been none too keen about venturing into another jurisdiction when he didn't know the people around there, but Temperance had been the exception. He had heard talk that some of The Alpha Dog M.C. had been sniffing about in the area and wondered if they were just passing through.

So why would he want anything to do with us? “Abraxas has five children,” Gray says. “Three boys.” My heart drops as my blood runs cold. A buzzing in my ears and head make everything fuzzy and static-y. Like I’m underwater and can barely make out what they’re saying. “With the bloodlines being as muddled as they are now-” he says. “Selling us off-” I hear Ice say in the background. “Case-” Bo, I think, says. “Can’t believe this-” Ice groans.

BANG BANG Gunshots could be heard and countless dead bodies could be seen all over the bloodied ground. Williams leaned against a car and took a puff of the cigarette in between his fingers. The smoke went up as his white hair glistened due to the moonlight reflecting on him thereby creating a very alluring picture. When almost all the cigarette had been used up he threw it on the floor and smashed it with his legs. Jason walked up to Williams and said “ Williams, we’ve caught the Don of the Black scorpion mafia group“

Every word hit like a punch to the gut. She shook with rage, hands clamped tight around my throat. Her bloodshot eyes screamed murder. I gasped, air slipping away fast. Right as everything started to blur, Mike kicked her off. "Stupid bitch! You trying to ruin everything? If she dies, how the hell are we supposed to get money from the Felton family?" Cecilia hit the floor hard, shrieking like a maniac. Mike didn't even look at her. Just turned to me. "Chill. You're safe—for now. At least until Terrance Felton shows up with the cash. You two must be something. He's offering a whole billion for you. Not bad, huh?"

[Ambrose] The Lord of mountains sprinted toward the dark Lord with a earth rumbling growl. Not even waiting for Sephora to give the order to attack, before Ambrose was summoning spears of diamond and obsidian to his hands and hurling them with all his immortal strength.

Watch out for my new book, titled *The Nerdy's Seduction* Trust me, this is erotical filled and it's a teen romance. Bonus chapter coming up...

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she tried to draw his attention. Dr Cullens looked up and wiped his sweaty forehead with his hands, and adjusted his glasses. "Done" he said and turned the laptop to face her. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, "You created a missing Mixed-blood on the record but not Bella Storms" she shrieked in excitement. He nodded in same vigour. "One more thing" he said, and she kept quiet, nodding expectantly "The bad weed amongst the plants has been removed for good" he announced.

enjoined "Ali, for everything, to the one who compelled you to lose yourself to turn into this free, untamed beast...." She uttered those words until she found herself under his iron fist, his palm around her neck stifling her breath, his eyes empty. Two fires, his breath on fire, his tone of voice coming from the depths of Hell: "How do you know what I went through? And what do you know about me? And what do you know about my monsters, my spectra, and my hell? You don't know anything, and this word I'm sorry and comfort yourself because I don't need it from you understand?