Liar Go To Hell Novels & Stories

the man grinned and removed his gray cap, revealing a face of a middle-aged man; shallow crow’s feet forming on the corners of his droopy hooded eyes. “It’s been a while, Kaiser. What have we got this time? Can we cross the other realm now?” “Soon,” Kaiser’s voice remained low. He didn’t have any problem engaging a conversation with them; however, he’s in a hurry. "He’s in his lair,” one of the men joked. Heaving a deep breath, Kaiser nodded and stepped into what he always believes to be one of the gates of hell. It’s dingy and the air feels dry despite having liquids randomly dripping from the clammy ceiling.

“I think someone’s trying to kill me.” A pause. Then his voice, low and deadly calm: “Where are you?” “At home.” “I’m on my way.” And just like that, I’d invited the devil in. But maybe—just maybe—he was the only one who could protect me

The concept of good and evil is subjective. Children are taught from a young age the difference between bad and good but what’s tolerable to one parent could be abhorrent to another; see, subjective. I won’t tell you I’m the misunderstood good guy who has redeeming qualities because that would be a lie and if there’s one thing in life that I don’t tolerate it’s a lie. I’m not talking about white lies or half truths, my life is built around omission. You see the truth is only as good as the man whose lips it came from. I’m not a good man but I tell the truth, even when I shouldn’t. I realize the contradiction here but in my world, it makes sense.

She’ll die. “Maybe my type is changing.” I pull out onto the main road and head to Danny’s apartment. “I know what happened.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Hell froze over.” She rests her head back against the seat. “Earth, as we know it, will never be the same. I looked forward to being warm in hell, not cold, so I guess I need to straighten myself out and look upward.”

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”

Once they got to their favorite restaurant, Shawn stood in silence, letting Billy do the talking. “I’m sure that the Germans will accept all our conditions, Shawn! They finally realized that the Chinese product is pure crap and that we are their only salvation. Tomorrow I will play my game and I will get out of them all that we have lost, including the 10 million I owe Stephanie,” Billy said after drinking all the wine in the glass and pouring some more. “I hope you will be present tomorrow... I really need you there, brother!”

As soon as he saw me, he ran toward me and exclaimed, "Noelle, I've missed you so much." I instinctively stepped back, and his hand froze midair. Maybe life in prison had been hard on him. He looked shrunken now, with his back hunched. Smiling bitterly, he said, "I know I don't deserve forgiveness… and I'm not here to ask for it either. I just wanted to see whether you're doing well." "Well, now you've seen it," I said, spreading my hands. "I'm doing great." Julian smiled. "Great. By the way, I'm leaving this city. Everything that happened was my fault. From now on, take care of yourself."

Liam groaned and jerked away Jiroo's hand on his shoulder then he kept looking for the portal that I know never existed anymore. "Liam.." I called softly and Liam stopped then he snapped his head at me, we all gasped when we saw the briny water flowing down his tainted cheeks. "Babe–." "You can teleport, right?!" He asked a little raggedly, then he walked toward me and held both of my shoulders. "You can bring me there, right?" "Liam.." "You can bring me there, Hera! I know you can! You brought us to the heaven and vampire era! I know you can also teleport to hell! To the underworld!" He frustratedly said while gripping my shoulders tightly that his nails digging on my skin.

Miss Anderson shouted. Lia had to keep the handset away from her ears because she didn’t want her eardrum to be damaged. “Gosh, Miss Anderson, how can you believe a man’s sweet words when you’re having sex?” Lia thought helplessly. “Miss Anderson, please remember, you held the keys of the New York suburban villa last week, agreed that you would not bother Mr. Mitchell anymore,” Lia replied calmly. “Well, nothing would have happened if Lahaina hadn’t been his next mistress. She’s a filthy whore, she won my show, hoaxing me,” Ms. Anderson shouted.