Hellhound Parrish Novels & Stories

The transformation. Hellen had been hired to be the personal physician for the agents in the Para Unit. When you went out and fought monsters, you could return with some rather…unusual wounds. Instead of explaining vamp bites and shifter claw marks to the local hospital staff, Patrick had wanted her to take care of his men and women.

And Mark hastened to complete his story: "After about thirty years since the disappearance of your aunt Helen, who everyone believed had passed away many years ago, your father managed to monitor their whereabouts and launch an attack on them at once. From the people of Zachary who plan to attack us, he even made several fake raids on his people to think that the mercenaries of Zachary's people are attacking them. The one you took care of before your father hid it completely after the death of your grandfather Hardin, announcing her death. On that day, my mother did not believe the news of your aunt's alleged death, so she told me the full events so that your aunt's secret would not die with

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

She lifted her small hands to the lady with her five fingers spread apart. "You're back again?" Willy, the store owner we met a week ago, smiled at me. I backed away as he moved out of the register to join me. His towering height was unbelievable. He offered a hand to me, which I accepted to shake. I held my breath at how his huge hand engulfed mine. Our skin complexion was a great contrast. I shy away at my pale skin. "We're here to get her first puppy. Mr. Bello decided it's better to adopt than to buy a pet."

RILEY The faint, rough warmth of something wet dragged across my arm, pulling me from a deep, pain filled sleep. I blinked against the darkness, my whole body tightening as I prepared for the worst. Had they found me? My pulse quickened, but then I saw it—a small figure close to me, a brown shape in the dim light. A dog. My mind pieced together its name from fractured memories. Scout. That was what the human had called it. “Hey, you,” I whispered, my fingers slipping into its warm, thick fur. The dog’s eyes gleamed back at me, the only comforting glow in this hollow basement.

She asked him. "Haylee,the so called Sheila's mom, she's not her mother," he said and Kylie stared at him in shock. "She's just an harlot in need of money and I paid her to do this. I found out Leo came to her and she was planning to call Leo to ask him for forty million dollars to expose me and I killed the bitch." He said smiling. "You're a monster." She said hating herself for ever meeting him in her life. "Yes. A monster, you'll spend the rest of your life with." He said dragging her out of warehouse. Just then gunshots were heard and Rex men fell one after the other and there was no sign of the killer.

“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

Venzo – the dinner – and it became foggy from there but there were fragments slipping and I could remember myself being in a sort of a daze and wanting nothing more but to be sexually pleased. *Oh no! “You’re up?” Parrish’s voice suddenly startled me and I turned around to him watching me from where he stood at the entrance to the balcony – shirtless with his muscles glistening in the sunlight. “How are you here – what happened?” I turned around to face but strictly keeping my eyes on his face. Parrish sighed before speaking “Turns out Mr. Venza is a pimp and – I’m sorry Jess I should never have sent you out here all alone and I take full responsibility”

There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.

There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound “And they have the ability to control hellfire just like Riley does, and they are always tormented with death” Hearing the last part, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had always seen people die in my dream, and I had thought I was cursed but I was in fact a hellhound who sees death.