Heller's Blazing Star Novels & Stories

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

After dinner, Adele lay down in her room, her eyes fixed on the glittering chandelier above her bed. The silver crystals twinkled as it caught the faint light, scattering it in soft, mesmerizing patterns across the walls and ceiling. For the first time in a long while, she felt at ease, a rare comfort she hadn't known in years. She let her thoughts wander, drifting to her foster parents and the disaster of a marriage they'd tried to force upon her. The catastrophe that almost happened. She shuddered at the memory but quickly pushed it away, focusing instead on the tranquility of the moment.

he teased, I hate this man, him and all his wet towel handing over his waist and his tired wet hair hanging over his face, I could help but gulp. All those good unholy things those hands did to my body, comes back to mind, I want to experience them all over again. I am brought back to the earth by a chuckle, his annoying chuckle, “I am leaving,” I grumble. “You can use my shower if you want, I am not as greedy and mean as you,” he yells but I ignore him. As I open the door, I meet Esther who was about to knock on Heath’s door, what a lucky woman I am. It has officially been confirmed, I am hexed.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

she said before nearing it to her ear. “Hello” “Hailstorm, its Lace. Something happened” “What happened? Is everything okay?” Worry dripped from her words and she quickly looked over at me, hoping that I’d be able to help. Lacy started rambling from the other side, me trying not to listen in as Hayley’s eyes grew wider. Gasps sometimes came and she was stressfully biting her thumb’s nail. “Are you serious?” she gasped, “How’s Killer doing?” “Doing better but she wants to leave for a bit. I think all the memories are bad for her. And she needs you”

My eyes widen at his words and before I could have said him anything, I saw him sniffing while tears started flowing from his eyes. Hlw there..!! Next upadte will be in Neev's POV that I will update tomorrow. Do share your views as it encourages me to write more. And plzz do review IN HIS HELL on GoodNovel with your comments. Those who dont know how to do it...here is the summary. Click on this page and you will see three horizontal dots at the right corner. Click there and then click "about story.." Then you will find your self in the introduction part of this book.

cause maybe they were just meant to be. ———————HATEFUL BLISS BY ANDRA JONAS———————

At this moment, Lei Hu was slowly evolving. In his hand, the ancient and profound dagger and god ray were entangled. It was black Blazing Sun Hell Lightning, which had gathered to the extreme, with god ray bursting out.

She asked her warm breath fanning my bare chest. "More like alive." I responded. She shot her head up. "Were you dead before?" "I think so." I smirked. "I'm wet." She blinked at me. Oh my goodness. Who admits things just like that? Literally nobody, it was just my Marvelous, baby Chloe. "Can I help you?" "No." She blushed now. "It's daylight!" Oh God, she was just too cute and innocent. "We'll put on blinders." I suggested smiling broadly.

The second voice sharpened. "There's something nearby." "You're imagining it." "No. Listen. Past the water. Small heart. Scared." I stopped breathing. "Goddammit, Hart. We leave. Now." "We're not doing anything wrong. Just a stroll under the pretty moonlight." A pause, long and deliberate, long enough to rewrite everything I thought I knew about the shape of the world. "Hunting little children." The whistle cut through the dark. High and sharp, from somewhere across the clearing.