Hillbilly Elegy Novels & Stories

Hill village, find her and the child she is carrying. The demonic sacrifice has begun, Elena is taken by Pacular to the outside of the hill, where the full energy of the blood moon can be absorbed. Or Elena's hands were tied behind her back, she lay on the grass and looked towards the village of Hill. The village of Hill was on fire, the screams gradually drowned in the flames, from afar, a creature running on four legs was rushing. It seemed to hear the summons of its master, so when it completed the task, it immediately rushed towards the hill, where Elena was lying. As she ran closer, Elena began to realize that the monster running there was Hector. Hector's eyes were dull, no longer expr

My eyes filled with tears, my hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, the image of my daughter's gruesome death flooded my entire mind. "But Sam's been sterile for some time now. How are you going to explain the baby in your belly to him?" Pete Griffith hugged Jody Parker, letting out a playful, teasing laugh.

funnily enough, even though the nights seemed everlasting, the thoughts wouldn't end when the sun came out I woke up to a startlingly loud sob. Groggily, I untangled myself from the sheets, the white dress from last night clinging to my body. The rattle of the newspaper guy's old cycle echoed up through the window as he cycled past us. Trying to rub the sleep from my eyes, I followed the feminine sobs down the stairs.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and he could only lower his head in helplessness. A man who once powerfully dominated others now lacked even the courage to lift his eyes and face Don Conway. Mother could no longer hold herself up and collapsed onto the floor, letting out a cry of despair. Lastly, there was the diary. Don Conway took it and casually flipped through a few pages. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He closed the diary, and while looking at the pitiable people before him, he slowly said, "A stolen gun, and a stolen life… The Shaws are quite entertaining."

It was the first introduction of my wolf to our mother too, so she was restless the entire way. Even after long years, the cemetery looked the same. I didn’t wait for anyone and walked forward, my feet moving on their own, each step dragging the weight of years behind it. Everything inside me broke as soon as my gaze fell on her name. “In the loving memory of Eluvia Lunaris.” “Mom…” My voice trembled as tears blurred my vision. “I’m here…” I dropped to my knees beside the grave, my fingers brushing against the cold stone. The pain I had buried for years came crashing back all at once.

The explosion sent me flying, my skin crisping up like burnt toast, with burns over most of my body. Barely alive, strapped into an ambulance, I clung to Roman's bloody suit sleeve, pleading with every ounce of strength left. "Take her out... Roman... She botched the deal... The family code says...she's got to go..." He crouched beside me, his touch light on my wrecked face, but his voice was frosty as he said, "Eleanor, Liliana didn't mean it. "Can't you just forgive her, for her parents who died for the Jacksons?"

Her delinquency was much heavier than theirs. “See, who we have to look after?” the first one noted with disgust, resentfully tossing his dark hair, and they, like seaweed, flowed over his broad, white-scarred shoulders. The newt pulled himself up on the rocks. His sharp black nails grated. Needles protruded from the elbows and along the spine where the smooth fins used to be.

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.

I stood there and stared at myself not knowing what to do. I was able to finally take my clothes off and step into the hot shower water. I did not dare take a bath because I don’t think I would have been able to get up if I laid in a bath. I let the water run over my body as I let my head lay on the wall. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax. All at once, the tears came. I couldn’t stop, I had so much inside of me and it all wanted out. I stayed there for a long time just letting the sound of the water hide my sobbing from the world. When I got out, I noticed that my eyes were now puffy along with being injured. I am a mess and I’m too tired and emotionally drained to care. After wrapping a to

"Mr. Rodger is a very capable man. What if he manages to make a comeback…" "Well, but the Fishers have made their position very clear…" Isabel became near hysterical by this point. "Evan, we should…" I opened the heavy, ornate wooden door, which drew in a gust of night breeze carrying the scent of lilac blossoms. It effectively shut out the sound of their murmuring behind me. Admittedly, I’d be quite curious to see how a man stripped of everything was supposed to make a comeback in this city with an idiotic tattoo artist.