Laugh You Go To Hell Novels & Stories

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

And yes, I need that fucking money anyway because my shithead stepmother will make my life a living hell. "You know what? I'm just going to say it because I owe you this anyway—You and your son... CAN GO TO HELL! I HOPE HE DIES AND YOU NEVER GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN! I'D RATHER BE A WIDOW THAN BE CALLED A GOLD DIGGER, YOU HEAR ME?!" "What did you just—"

Is he serious? "Go to hell. Stop flirting with my maid, shitface." Theo chuckled. "You're so territorial. I'll go now. Adios!"

I’m sure this time, he would wish he possessed the powers to disappear. “It’s you… Owen Vitmoz. The man with the scared face. The man whom no man dares to cross. What… what kind of hell have I walked into?” He cried. “My hell indeed” I chuckled, letting my fingers play with his jaw. “She must have promised you that no one would find out about what you two were about to do. Tsk. You had believed in her words thinking of the huge amount of money you would receive. Turned out the plan is about to destroy you”

"How? You won't dare." "I would dare! You have been nothing but a pain in my ass. You are a worthless piece of shit. There is no purpose for you here in Hell anymore. I have warned you there will be one day, and guess what, my dear father, that day has come. And I am going to love every second I push this through you rotten flesh. Now kindly go and burn in Hell, and please do stay there." With that, I stand with my feet on both sides over him, and much to my disgust, but purely necessary, I lower my body down onto him to a point where I am nearly sitting. And this time, it is me laughing.

How shameless! After tracing the room, without a doubt, he had indeed vanished. Anger surged within me as I let out a bitter laugh. I directly took out my phone to dial his number, but there was no response. Instead, I received a message from him, "I've already paid for the hotel room. You can rest until tomorrow before leaving." I sneered and replied, "What a coward!" He remained silent. Unsatisfied, I sent another message, "I will always look down on you, coward!"

Tears pooled in my eyes, but I stubbornly lifted my chin. “Don’t worry. This time, I won’t cling to you anymore. Not ever again.” For a brief moment, Xavier’s gaze faltered, but it quickly turned cold again. His next words hurt even more. “Good. Agnes, you’re only a low-ranking Omega. Stop dreaming about things that were never meant to belong to you. You were never going to be the future Luna of the Frostmoon Pack.” In that instant, it felt like all the strength had been ripped from my body. The pain in my chest was so sharp I could barely breathe.

My clumsy movements made the people passing by laugh. Shame and panic burned through me as I frantically hailed a cab. At last, a driver was willing to take me despite how filthy I looked, but only if I paid upfront, plus an extra 200 dollars. I agreed without hesitation. But when it was time to pay, I was told my card had just been frozen; I couldn't use a single cent. The moment I was kicked out of the car, the skies opened up again. Rain poured down on me, stinging and numbing all at once.

I watched all of it from where I drifted, and the only thing I felt was something close to laughter. They didn't need me to do a thing. They had already built their own hell.

We left the cemetery, laughing and talking smack. Another year, another fresh start.