Liar Go To Hell Novels & Stories

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

Vary pours the last of her soft drink into her mouth, “how did your day go?” “Well, you deserve it best friend, my day was hell, had to talk to this girl who says she still sees her dead mother of five years and she believes what she’s seeing and called me Lucifer.” She barks out a laugh. “I almost bust out laughing because that was the last thing I expected to be likened to ‘cause I do hate Lucifer.” After laughing for another minute, Vary sympathises with her friend, who seems to get red with her crankiness. “You signed in to that drama, name-calling with crazy people, the moment you studied psychology in college. So suck it up and man up to the responsibility girl.”

The voice in his ear dragged Gabriel back to the present. "It's for Magic Music? Hang on," he raised his brow to Nick, who knew exactly what Gabriel was going to say. "No, we're on holiday, and we have Millie here, and if they send that silly bitch they sent last time. she'll get short shrift from me." Gabriel heaved a sigh, "Look I don't wanna do it either, but it would be best just to get it over with, and if we put them up in a nice hotel in Florence, we can direct it all to go our way."

“I wanted to know what happened, how I ended up like this, why you look like you’ve been to hell, and you know…” “Been to hell? Now that’s a new one. Where did you learn that?” Lia shrugs. “School.” “I see. So of all things to copy from immature, horny teenagers, you just had to learn how to joke about hell, hmm?” “That’s beside the point. And you know it.” “Really?” Sandara leans forward. Lia tries to match the intensity of her gaze but fails, as usual. She settles for glaring at her dead-as-lead limbs as if blaming them for her current predicament. Deciding to spare her niece, Sandara answers her question.

"Luther went to warm some milk for you. He said you can't drink anything cold. Honestly, where else would you find a husband this good?" Kai said. "I'm not done moving the drinks yet. I'll go check on him," he added casually. Callista's eyes turned red as her nails dug into her palms. How many lies had he told her over the years to get to the point where he could lie so effortlessly? She couldn't bear to stay another moment. "I'm tired. I'm heading home," she said flatly.

“Where did you bring her, Dylan?!” My heart thuds like a thunder as I realized Dylan's plan. I started shaking my head. I dropped the tray on the bed and rushed to Dylan. I snatched his phone and just allowed me while smirking. I looked at Lucian with pleading eyes. “No, Lucian! He will kill you. Please don't come. Don't!” “So be it! If dying means getting you out of hell, I'll die happily,” Lucian said with firm determination, and it made me cry. No!

I tell her. “Liar! You’re a bloody freaking liar. My brother was the happiest person ever, and he was loved. There was no way he would have killed himself. You fought with him, and then you shot him. I heard everything. I saw you holding the gun and crying.” Diane explodes. “Please keep your voice down. It’s late, and people are asleep.” “I don’t care! I don’t fucking care. You're telling lies about my late brother because he isn’t here to defend himself, and I won't let you!”

She sat silently for a long while, unmoving, until the clock struck midnight. With the chime of the hour, she stood, calmly picking up the now-cold dishes from the table. Without hesitation, she dumped everything into the trash. It was then that a chilling voice, belonging to the King of the Underworld, echoed from above, carrying a cold, otherworldly air. “Celia Quinn, your seven days are up. Do you regret making this deal with me?” The grim, icy words seemed to fill every corner of the villa. As they faded, Celia let out a faint, bitter laugh. Her soft voice broke the silence.

1 two 3 4 5 6 7 8……… fucking breaths to get my mind back on track shutting off the register, I open the glass shower and grab the black towel, cursing once again what I've become. The payment for the murderer is to be sentenced to prison, depending on the state, he may receive the death penalty, the unfaithful loses his family, and his wife and the liar only loses himself by deceiving others because at some point the lie itself has already been told so many times that it became truth with a taste of unfaithfulness to his own and a taste of death for his soul.

the creature stated as if it was the most normal thing. Anger flared up inside of me. There was no way the person who was supposed to be my other half could do such a thing. Yet here was an immortal telling me just that. Was I being tricked? "Liar," I spat at it. "I would gain nothing from lying to you," they hummed," you could see for yourself if you'd like. I could leave you to die right there in the doorway, living only long enough to see your friends slaughtered along with you."