Hoarding In Hell Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills, my loyal reader. Thank you so much for reaching out to me and complimenting my books, especially Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings. Thank you so much. Chapter 45 Hael Moore. I gripped the dresser to avoid falling. My head was spinning. My world stopped for a second. It felt as if it was about to crumble. “Amber! Stop this sick joke and come out now!” I yelled, already losing patience as my heart thumped heavily like war drums.

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

*TRIGGER WARNING* THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE/TORTURE/RAPE, AND MORE. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU HAVE TROUBLE READING THESE THINGS. *** --Ines POV-- "Please! Let me go!" I screamed, desperate, purely moving on instinct as I grabbed hold of anything I could to prevent him from dragging me further into the cellar, the very embodiment of my living Hell.

the Architect said, smiling cruelly, “I’m not the only one hunting you. The Board kept a hundred books on their computer. Scary stories, war stories, stories of monsters that eat stars. Now, the walls between the books are gone.” As he spoke, the alley began mixing with other worlds. Off in the distance, Maya saw a metal dragon from a space story flying above a candy forest. Ghosts from an ancient horror tale wandered through a futuristic city of glass. Everything was colliding. The long path had turned into a nightmare. “We need to go,” Julian said, grabbing Maya’s hand. “The Ghostwriter said the secret is in the title of Chapter 100. We have to reach the end before this world becomes a sto

Third-Person POV Once Sebastian arrived at the manor, he gazed at the smoldering embers of the fire and the sharp scent of burning wood that permeated the air. His heart seemed to stop as he dashed through the smoke and dust into the master bedroom. Panicking, he looked around frantically, eyes widening in shock. There was no body on the floor. "Where is she?" He turned around, lowering his voice. The Capo in charge of security knelt at the door. "Don Quinn, the funeral home... has no records of receiving the body. That ambulance disappeared after entering the surveillance cameras' blind spot, and the license plate is fake."

Time passed, slowly at first, one hour, then two, and with it came hunger and thirst and the air growing thinner, all of it bearing down on their already frayed nerves until the hallucinations started. Dad suddenly shot his arm out and pointed into the dark, his voice cracking with terror. "Stay back! Stay back!" What he saw wasn't an empty room. It was me, dozens of me, drenched in blood, reduced to skin and bones, rust water still dripping from my chin. I crawled out of the walls and fell from the ceiling and surrounded them from every side. Mom saw them too. She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face.

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nearly shriek but I bite my tongue when I feel scorching heat and see a window that shows rivers of fire and lava. Oh my God! Am I in a volcano! How in the fuck am I not burning alive?! My mind is sent into sheer terror when I begin to hear agonizing screams. They sound like they are coming from inside the lava. The screams were almost deafening. I cringe away from the windows, as I run down another hallway. Not a volcano! NO! so much worse, I realize, I am in Hell, literally! I turn down another hallway, hoping that I am in the clear. “Hello darling” I hear his voice, I feel his arm snake around my waist, and his breath on my neck. “Hades” I whisper. “If you wanted a tour, just say so” he

He whispers. “The seven deadly sins.” Knowing, but more like anticipating after seeing the truth and the half of the future where everyone in this game of the hell-like world is running into. He flips the pages of the books and fast, like commanding it to heed to his wishes, it ends in the particular chapter by which he reads with confidence, excitement, and ease. “Greed and Glutton.”