Helluva Loud Adventures Novels & Stories

She had managed to track down Callista's current phone number. Luther's hands trembled so much that he nearly dropped the phone. Finally, he mustered the courage to dial the number. The call connected. "Honey, the honey garlic prawns went bad. I'll buy you fresh ones, okay?"

But when I heard Draya enter the banquet hall sounding like she was the most satisfied woman on the planet, I downed as much as I could before I felt the burning sensation of the hairs growing on my chest. “Ugh!” I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “What the fuck is that?” Aunt Judy let out an evil laugh like Ursula from The Little Mermaid and said, “That right there is my special potion. It’s gon’ make you brave, tough, and friendly with Monty like you oughta be. Now get out there and act like you don’t know nothing about what’s going on. I got a lil trick up my sleeve that’s gon’ give you some closure.”

a loud blaring voice echoed the room as he rapidly fingered my hole. Before I could even wince or grimaced in pain, the divine universe hears my prayer, everything went black.

There was more than ten people and at this night what are they doing together ? I screamed and jumped from ground when I felt something crawled on my feet thinking that it's a snake. Everyone turned around and switch on their torch to point at me. I stood in front of them like an alien a girl all alone at night. They began to whisper each other may be about me of course it will be about me. Everyone looked back suddenly after hearing continuous horn sound leaving their attention from me. A red open back Jeep skid stopped in front of them . They all gathered around that vehicle and talked with that Jeep driver. What's happening ? Smuggling or something ?

“What the hell is that?” “Jungle juice.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “I guess the landlord is out of town for the week, so Amanda is taking full advantage. No fucking quiet hours tonight!” The other girls whoop and cheer behind her. I extend my hand for one of the cups, and Willow takes the other. Jess pours us a hefty amount, and I don’t think before I throw back a big swallow. The flavor is fruity, with a citrus tang. It completely blocks the bite of liquor. Warmth spreads through me.

My heartbeats were increasing with every step that was reducing the gap between me and the court. When I reached there I found nothing except darkness and silence. What kind of party is it? I will kill Raphael with my bare hands if he is doing pranks with me. As I was about to turn and leave this place, I hear Raphael's voice. He started singing the song written by Majrooh Sultanpuri. "Pehla Nasha pehla khumar" (The first intoxication, the first hangover) My heart skipped a beat as I heard this song, and my breaths became short.

A pub was hardly an adventure. "Never judge a book, lass", he winked at her before taking her hand and leading her into the grounds. The gesture sent the butterflies in her stomach into overdrive. They made their way around the back, past the pub, through the beer garden and down into a glen. She could hear music, but it wasn't coming from the pub. It was coming from further down. They weaved through the glen as the music became louder. In the distance, she could see a marquee tent set up. Fairy lights were strung around, and she could see the silhouette of the bodies inside, dancing to the folk music that was blasting from within.

Rendall muttered as he placed his hands over his ears and Helia snickered. "Don't you feel it?" Rendall asked. "Feel what? My ears aren't hurting," Helia said in denial. "How do you know I was talking about your ears hurting? I feel like you're going deaf too, ain't I right?" "You ain't. I'm not going deaf," Helia scoffed and took out her earphones and it was all she needed to get rid of the airsickness. After listening to two verses of the song she was playing, she fell asleep and the plane landed immediately she opened her eyes.

I said while standing up, dusting my body. "Thank you," she smiled. "A thick werewolf huh, I guess you are from the El Salvador pack right?" "No, I'm Ladurgal, the El Salvador has longer hair" "Okay, okay, my bad. It's nice to meet you..." I reached my hands to shake her, in a way of asking for her name. "Aveo, you can call me Aveo." "Okay Aveo, I am..." She cut me off before I could say anything,

He rides a motorcycle with no helmet and forces me to buckle up? “It’s the law,” he adds by way of explanation. That’s even funnier. I don’t start laughing, though. If I do, tears might take over. I refuse to show weakness in front of any of these men and I’d like to keep it that way. Skull turns the music up loud signaling that this isn’t a chat session. Good, I don’t feel like deciphering the brain of another skinhead. The music he plays is old country and the twang grates on my nerves. How can anyone listen to this shit? I sit back in the seat and close my eyes. It’s hot and the farther south we head, the hotter it gets. I should have changed into my shorts.