Hoarding In Hell Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt dizzy and paralyzed. "Sweet Nightmares little one." She cackled, revealing hideous long and brown teeth. That was the last thing I saw before I drifted away, closing my eyes shut. My eyes suddenly open once again and I'm in horror. "Where the fuck am I?" ****Author note**** Hello, how was the chapter? I want to know all your thoughts while you anticipate the next chapter coming tomorrow. By the way, this chapter's soundtrack was Hostage by Billie Ellish. She's a Queen, I know and this song slaps hard AF.

A huge rock pressed on my heart, suffocating me, I sat down helplessly leaning my head back, my eyes stung from the pain and sorrow, but I won’t cry, I shouldn’t, Theo would be looking for me, he will save me… I know he will. “I cannot stay like this… I need to use the washroom…” Just when I was crying silently in my misery I heard a weak growl and when I opened my eyes I saw one of the old men standing from his place yelling aggressively, his face up at the roof which meant he was acknowledging the kidnapper. “You mother**ker, open the damn door… I need to go back to my family… How many hours had gone… Tell us anything… Everything… Bastard… Open the damn door.”

The sound of broken ACs and the stench of cigarettes and drugs filled the corridor and no, my wolf didn’t hate it. He’d gotten used to the stench a long, long time ago… We reached the third level and I almost grinned when I saw the broken door. Of course, the Elders and the Blackwood pack had raided my place. I had expected it at some point, which was why I’d made it a priority to come here.

With much difficulty, I fluttered my eyes open to find myself lying on a hospital bed and hundreds of needles attached to the back of my palm. I wanted to lament over the fact that I am still alive. I wanted to die and when my eyes were closed I thought that I am in hell and someone is giving me the punishment for my wrong deeds that's why I am feeling so much pain. How can I forget that I am actually living in hell? I moved my hand up but it falls down as it lifted an inch from the bed. I don't have enough energy to move on my own. I closed my eyes and huffed in irritation.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

“You did this. My family’s paying a debt that never ends because of you.” The man reached out, his hand stretching longer, twisting into a shadow that tightened around June’s throat. “The debt isn’t mine anymore,” the Hunger whispered. “The debt belongs to whoever holds the Book. Give it to me, and time will move again. I’ll eat the pages, and the world will turn.” “If you eat the pages, the recipes are gone!” June choked out, clawing at the shadow. “The world will move, but there’ll be no bread, no life!”

Mavric stood frozen in the center of the hall, while the doors behind them clicked and locked automatically one by one, trapping them inside a labyrinth of memories… and death. END OF CHAPTER 188.

POV DARLENE The transition from the marrow-stained cathedral of the 140th layer was not a collapse, but a Total Narrative Foreclosure. As the ivory ribs and the scent of drying blood dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Wedding" didn't just end—it Balanced the Ledger. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Forty-First Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, clinical diamond. This was the Chamber of the Auditor’s Mercy, the terminal vault where the High Council of the West had stored the First Alpha’s Original Sin—not the prehistoric ghost, but the Man of Absolute Logic who had traded his mate’s soul for a seat at the table of the Universe.

Vincent stared at the book “I figured out what Riley is” I turned to her “She is a hellhound, you can check it yourself “ Vincent was still staring at the book, and I decided to look too “Hellhounds carry the punishment of their ancestors past” Cyrus said as he looked at the book In the book, I could see the image of a beast with fire surrounding it. There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound

As if they all knew what was about to happen, and had all fled. She barely recognised the forest now, it seemed drained of life, of hope and light. Sephora leaped over a fallen tree just as she heard a tremor of despair and rage down her bond, that caused her to stumble and slow. Ambrose's voice, faint and distant echoed within her. Sephora, stop. Don't... use the stone. It... will drain you. Kill you.