Hellbent Mc Novels & Stories

His muscles tense and flex with each movement, and the sight of him takes my damn breath away. He brings his thumb to my clit and looks at me, his green eyes dark and feral. He growls something at me, and I may not understand the words, but I understand the command, and I do as he says, obeying him as I cum with his name on my lips. His thick cock slams into me in a brutal pace that has me seeing stars that have nothing to do with being under the night sky.

The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers. He took out his heart. Christian's heart. He wanted to scream, let out the fear and remove the stormy cloud gathering in his chest. But his oversized ego would not allow that, watching as his predator advances slowly, taking all his time like he had the world in his hand. All he had witnessed was enough to come to a conclusion. He had just voluntarily entered the other side of hell.

And the neon sign that flashed The Golden Harp in bright yellow. “What do you mean, ‘my bar’?” I asked, and he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to urge me forward. He opened the door for me, and we were met by the happy din of a well-served patronage. It was a cozy little dive with low-hanging green glass lamps, a pool table and a couple of dart boards. The room was half full, and boasted considerably more men than women, most of whom wore the same black leather vest that Patrick wore, marking them as members of the Steel Claw. And that meant I knew most of them as well.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

I flipped through the channels until I got to a few special ones. “What is this?” Jillie asked, laying her head on my shoulder. “Haunted House.” “What?” “It’s on the Mystical network; I guess you could say. It’s sort of like The Real World.” “So it’s a reality show with non-humans? “Yep.” “Wow, it’s like you live in an entirely different world.” “We pretty much do. We have everything that you have. Schools, TV shows, colleges, and stores. You name it. We have it.”

I was literally begging to him for giving me stuff. " I might be a bad guy .. .. no I am a bad guy, I I will beats up people for money, sometimes kill them for our gain, do all illegal business, gambling, drug dealing, like many but I never ever give such things to my dear ones. I don't want to see you getting destroyed Siddarth. I don't ever want to see you again here leave '" Saahil signed his men to take me out. " If I don't get it from here then I know where to go ? " Pushing his men from my side I said

Tanya said to herself. " Do you know what she is?" Cyrus asked her. " No, but I have a hunch, she is connected to hell" Tanya stated and Vincent growled making the table shake. Cyrus' expression also darkened when Tanya mentioned that. "How are you so sure?" Cyrus asked, and I was confused as to why they had reacted like that. "She possesses hell fire" "Hellfire" I questioned trying to catch up on what they meant. "Only a few people have the ability to use hellfire, the pain of burning with hellfire is more than the pain of a normal fire, and it can only be put out until the person controlling it stops it"

Clara paused for a moment before turning to Mason, her voice clear and cruel. "You like to play games, don't you, Mr. Sanders? You think it's fun to watch people struggle in cages, don't you?" Mason shuddered and shook his head frantically. "No, no! Rebecca made me do all of that! She forced me! I never wanted to!" "Hush." Clara raised a finger to her lips and cut him off. "Mr. White spent five years in the underground fighting ring. He broke seven ribs, lost four teeth, was injected with drugs, and was displayed like a zoo animal while people bet on him."

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

[WARNING: 🔞 Mature content ahead, kids beware, adults grab your popcorn, read the note at the end of the chapter.] Chihun sat up straight, he then took a very deep breath. He knew he would have to bullshit through an answer because he had not heard a word of today's lesson. He sighed "Damn you, Doona." Doona, who was still scrolling through her Rebbit inbox and responding to fans that needed relationship advice –whilst sitting silently on the toilet– let out an unexpected sneeze.