Hellbound With You Novel Full Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I could smell the stone, and my hair, and the perfume of Rosette’s cigarette. I wrapped my arms tight around me and lay on my side, milk still dribbling from my swollen lips. I felt exhausted. I breathed and breathed until my body became still. Slowly, the pain eased into a gentle soreness, and the heat faded enough that I noticed how cold my skin felt against the stone floor. “It’s finished, dear. You’re a succubus, now. You’re lilitu.” Between the rivers of my hair, I saw Rosette’s hand reaching out to me. I grasped it, and in the process saw my own hand. How thin the fingers had become . . .

She couldn’t help but think that this man was definitely the perfect example of the inhumanly beautiful king of hell she had read in the many fantasy martial arts fictional books. But her heart did not plant any fear as she looked straight into his starry eyes and answered. “No, I am not!” She shook her head still standing her ground. The man’s eyes needled and then he moved his feet, walking closer to her. With every step, he seemed to furrow his brows more and more and the temperature surrounding him fell to zero. Anita pictured the air around them turning into ice just like the fictional books say. But she was able to hold her ground despite her shaking left hand that she closed into a fi

He’s wrong though. Sure, any moment of any day we can shift at will. But during the full moon…It’s different. Pain, loss of control, blackouts. And that’s with wolfsbane in our system. But without it. More pain, little control if any at all, and guaranteed blackouts. He’s right. I am a wolf. Any other day of the month, that is. But tonight, on a full moon with no wolfsbane to tame me, I’m nothing more than a beast. A monster. He pats my shoulder before getting up and moving over to where Iselyn is, most likely to tell her the same thing.

Stella screamed as she fell into the abyss, the shadows swallowing her whole. But Lucian dove after her, his hand reaching out to her's. Just before the darkness consumed them, he pressed his pendant into her palm, the chain wrapping tightly around her fingers. The world dissolved into chaos, shadows, whispers, and an endless, suffocating silence. And then, suddenly, it was over. ~~~~~~~~~~

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

“I'm tired of hiding you in the dark.” Rhea looked at her father, then at the needle and then at me, she knew that the game was over, but she wasn't going to lose alone. “He's been infected!” She screamed, pointing the needle at me. “This …..this thing attacked him! And got the commander under a scent thrall!” But the council wasn't looking at me anymore. They were looking at the label on the IV bags still visible in the open safe behind her. The ice had cracked, I looked at Rhea and for the first time I didn't feel like a victim. I leaned into Kieran, my eyes meeting hers with a cold, terrifying clarity.

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

Everything all right? Harold swallowed a small ball of saliva before texting back. ‘I'm in the room right now and you are not. There's a funny dude here.” He held the phone in one hand and dropped his arm. He turned to look at Drew who seemed to have forgotten Harold existed as he took in long, deep breaths and about two seconds later, let the smoke out his nostrils and lips. “— and I'm a werewolf,” Harold completed what he had to say. Drew turned to look at him, nodded, and smiled.

I was grabbed by my shoulder roughly and in front of me was another me but my eyes were completely black and hollow and where my heart was just a gaping black hole. I was pushed to the ground by the gaping hole Aurelia and I was forced to look up at the two different versions of me. I felt so little as I was being stared down by the two versions of me who had different expressions on their face. I wanted to run away from both of them but I couldn't force my body to get off the ground.

Belle could feel the dread creeping in with every step he took away from her. 'No, this cannot be happening... It was over… I survived.’' "No." Belle shook her head. "No, Damien, Nooooooooo!" *********** End ************ Afterword: Ok - this ending might not be what some of you expected, but I really hope you liked the story - I am begining to upload the chapters of my next book - 'Damien' It is based on the character I created in this book but with a few different twists. Please leave a review and let me know what you think! - Much love, Anrose. xxx