Hoarding In Hell Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

But he’d learn one thing before this was over. I don’t break easy. I turned toward the stairs, toward the attic room they’d assigned me — cold, small, high up where no one would see me cry — and froze. Standing in the shadow at the end of the hall was a man I’d never seen before. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His eyes — the color of storm clouds — locked onto mine, and in that heartbeat, I knew. Nothing was as it seemed. Not the debt. Not the Alpha. Not even myself. He lifted a finger to his lips. Quiet. Then he stepped back into the dark — and was gone. [Chapter 1 Ends]

Getting less than a hundred feet before my legs give, letting me roll under a parked car as the sounds of boots and radios follow me. Let go, or simply lose hold of the failing handle, that got me through yet another disaster in one piece. Curling into a ball and praying that they don’t find me as I remind myself stray cats will never belong with kings. Chapter 1.24 Cher Almighty, Xoxo Nyx

Return it to its original place, which is the depths of Hell. ****************************** He rose from his shrine, subjugated by the survival instinct that urges him to search for a source of sustenance at any cost that needs to be subsisted. Now and now, otherwise his liver will be damaged and his heart will collapse within a few hours. He opened his confused eyes, the smell of blood with his senses awakening him from his slumber, he turned around and watched his surroundings ripple around him, but the strong smell led him to his arm, which he raised. He shredded it directly with his teeth to sip what it contained.

He was writing fast, his green eyes glowing brighter with every word. "Chapter 84," the author said, his voice echoing through the entire city. "The Mother dies to save the Child. The Child becomes the new Vessel. The World turns to Gold." Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned into gold. Not liquid, but solid, hard metal. It started to spread, turning the cars, the buildings, and the trees into statues of gold. It was moving toward me and Elle like a rising tide. "It’s a rewrite!" Silas appeared from the shadows, his face pale. He was holding a small, silver mirror. "Hazel, look into the mirror! It’s the only way to stay real!"

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

Fiel has been entrusted to the accountable police officer of the day in the maximum penal institution. When he entered the penal institution called as Hellhole, Fiel felt the ambiance inside to be indeed like hell as told by the Police Officer. II Three days upon his arrival at the “Hellhole”, a riot happened. It all just started when two prisoners bumped each other while walking to get their food.

She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.

Emily, " Daniel roared, his voice cracking with a mixture of fear and fury. He clutched the phone tighter, as if the image on the screen might leap out at him. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed towards the room. Laura, pale and shaking, didn't hesitate to follow him, her eyes wide with terror, not daring to spare me another glance. I stood in the silence of the sitting room, a faint, unsettling smile playing on my lips. The game, as I'd said, was indeed getting interesting. 》》》》》》》》》》

Instead, he turns and disappears into the hallway, leaving me with the chill of the wind and a mind spinning with dread. I stand alone, realizing I’m not just caught in something strange. I’m caught in something sacred. And something monstrous. Would you like Chapter 8 next?

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1