Hoarding In Hell Novels & Stories

Harish and Uncle exchanged glances. He sigh while biting his lip in nervously “I told you mom remember my ex" Aunty glared at him before she could bash at him he told her what the problem was "Mom listen she's suffering from Alzheimer's. She doesn't remember much, she's getting these hallucinations and keeps on having mood changes. And for some fucked up reason right now she only remembers me and the time we dated" when she didn't say anything he continued, " and it is only for time being after that it will also get erased that's what doctor told us when we investigated it” Harish let it out in a single breathe making her look at us cluelessly. “What?”

The five thousand dollars he gave me are still in my pocket, untouched because it seemed the bar men here in New York actually liked their fucking jobs and refused to say shit about the Hellfire’s. Not like that was surprising. Who liked to talk about demons walking the Earth? I feel a wave of fever flash through me and the need to vomit crawls up my throat. I hold it back. When my world gets less blurry, I tell myself that this is all for my family. Yes. My sister, mostly. My father and mother could rot in hell. Bring back the witch willingly. She’d kill me. That’s what is going to happen. I stop, fighting the urge to scream as traffic blurs past me.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is the only authors note this book will have, so please read it. Hell Of A Marriage, although a spinoff from Little Nerdy Nightmare is a stand-alone book. *PEOPLE TO KNOW BEFORE READING.* Taylor Snowfall: The woman Keenan loves who is in love with his best friend. Although her presence doesn’t appear much displayed in this book. Phoebe Cates Snowfall: She was Keenan’s first love interest, but she was Rory’s kid sister, and he told Keenan to end the relationship.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

As she approach, the blue light surround her being, causing the distortion of the area, as so the safesthaven! Meanwhile, the hidden existence reveal to the world, and his expression is one of calm yet not. The entire borders of the gloomy forest, begun from the villages, is turn the hellish! The golden flame engulfed all life, turning everything and even object to dust! The boody pagoda stood at the heart of this hell, and this hidden existence barely seen atop of it. The scary-face man reveal the dread and his eyes widened as he said, “You are not my opponent, senior. I'm...waiting for the traitors!”

The air itself was alive, heavy with the wails of the damned and the hum of infernal power, a ceaseless symphony of agony and fury. The Throne Hall of Hell, an imposing cavern of jagged obsidian walls and floors of blackened glass, bore a cruel beauty. Once the dominion of Lucifer, its centerpiece-a massive throne forged from bones and charred metal-now stood ominously empty, a stark reminder of his absence. Shadows danced upon its surface, almost as if mocking those who dared enter. Pillars etched with ancient, infernal runes supported the cavern's vaulted ceiling, their carvings pulsating faintly with a dark, rhythmic energy. Each symbol was a fragment of Hell's binding laws, woven into th

"That company is targeting me. Everything in that place is targeting me. I'm not going back tomorrow. If I stay there any longer, I'll die." After calming me down, Adam tried to persuade me, just like he had in my previous life. "How could office equipment target you? Machines aren't alive. There's no such thing as something that evil. You must be stressed from job hunting. "Besides, your company has great benefits. You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. "Be good. Give it a few days, and you'll adapt." I shook my head violently. "No. It is real. Please believe me. Look at my hand. The coffee machine burned me on purpose."

That would work, but what will I do about Kyle when he sees Shade? Each soul my hellhound sent to hell was like a drug. It was so intoxicating and sent a rush of adrenaline flowing through him, making him want more. It was concerning, but the concern was quickly slipping as I began to get high off of the rush along with him. The rogues that easily neared 100 and higher were quickly wiped out, and Shade's fur was soaked with their blood. He tasted each one of them and licked his chops with the hunger for more. Their blood and flesh filled his belly, and their souls were sent to hell, filling his new addiction and strengthening him, causing my hellhound to grow in size with each soul he sent t

They sell drugs in the club upstairs, one that would make people forget what happened to them when they were snatched and brought to the underground level. Vampires had to adapt to the changes of the world, is what Elijah told me. There are places like this around the planet, ready to cater to the vampires who despise hunting for human blood. We went through the back door; the CCTVs had already been tampered with, giving us a short window to slip in and out of the building and save Loren. From what I gathered, Loren had been a prisoner here since I moved to Salvatore hills. She was a pawn in all these supernatural beings’ diabolical plans for their benefit.

Gold like scripture carved into bone. His jaw clenched. Then he roared. Sound slammed through the lower levels. It was like a cave-in. Dust shook loose from the ceiling. Chains above the pit trembled, ringing faintly as if the metal itself wanted to flee. The noise didn’t just travel; it commanded. It spread through Hell’s arteries, a shockwave of authority that made lesser flames bow their heads. Older wards whispered prayers they did not believe in. The mountain shuddered in answer. ⸸