Liars Go To Hell Novels & Stories

Multiple girls try to sneak their way to him - something in me snaps and allow Felix's to manifest hatred and disappointment for Leonidas. "So to answer your question, I'm sitting here because ever since Leonidas has given his henchmen the go-ahead to hurt me, everyone else also wants to - werewolf and human" his voice soft and low. I have to bite down on my teeth to stop myself from tearing up. I felt guilty for being a part of that mob who judged him before getting to know him. DO NOT TRUST A ROUGE!!.... My wolf screams in my head which I ignore. " It's a lonely life for a rouge..." he finishes, putting a fry in his mouth while staring longingly at the many packs and groups of friends that

The second we reached the bottom of the stairs, the crows took off all at once in a flutter of dark feathers, almost distracting me from noticing the black soot mark at the bottom of Evan’s door. I sniffed the air, my nose scrunching at the odd odor. “Is that—?” “Sulfur and brimstone, yeah.” He took my face in his hands, looking down at me with a new intensity in his eyes. “Helaine, I need you to understand that we’re dealing with the forces of Hell, here. Even if Lilith isn’t loyal to any great power, she and her wives are still incredibly dangerous.” “I understand.” That much was obvious in the way her mere presence hung over the street like an ominous cloud. “But, what should I be expecti

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

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.

Toss in my parents' mountain of gambling debt, and boom—they figured offering me up would keep him in line. Genius plan, really. I looked around at this so-called "family" and felt like I'd stepped into a room full of strangers. Then again, in my last life, how did everything fall apart? Right—because my parents kept handing them matches while I burned. My eyes narrowed. I made the call.

Eight years—the best years of my life, wasted on a man who left me covered in scars. "Stand up," I said. "My mother is ashes now. This performance is meaningless. If you’re truly sorry, then go die." I walked away and called the police. After three days in a holding cell, he finally stopped following me. He left a bank card with his entire fortune in my door—I donated every cent to a charity for Omega women.

Ana turns to me, “You know I think you're the first guy to be relieved that a chick passed out who was hitting on you.” I groan, “There's a reason.” Ana immediately responds, “I know you're not gay. I'd be able to tell. Don't bullshit me!” “How well do you know your past, Ana, or Misha’s?” “I was raised in an orphanage, so I got no clue on mine. Her parents died when she was young. We met a few years ago, and not having parents was something we shared,” she revealed. “Do you believe in Heaven and Hell?”

"Oh, yes. They come up to the city for a break and to unwind. They're not that different from us, really. See... the whole thing about a war between Heaven and Hell is just stuff people made up. The Boss and Lucifer play cards, and Hell is really mostly just... a theme park of sorts for most people. Something to visit while you pass the time. Don't get me wrong, though - there are some right bastards down there, obviously - the ones who need... fixing." "I need you to know that this is the most batshit crazy conversation I have ever had, and Rhiannon was a master of the absurd." "It sounds surreal, doesn't it." "Completely mad," she agreed. She slumped back against the backrest. "So... we li

Spit and tears had leaked out the corner of my mouth and dried on my cheek. "Max why?" I managed to force it out. "I can't let you go. Not until my brother tells me to." Death has finally come to me. There is no better way to say it; I am Hollis Genovese's most prized possession. Slowly, I fade out into unconsciousness. THE END

After the organized confusion of several teams leaving, the small group sat down to discover everything they’d missed. “Where does the time go? How can it take so long to get everything done?” Aria stared at her phone in wonder. “Because we are the least magical creatures of the supernatural world. A one-trick pony, if you will. We got the party trick of turning into a critter. What do we have here, anyway?” Yolanda pulled a yellow envelope from a pile Gregory tossed their way before storming into his office. He wasn’t angry with him. No, that anger’s reserved for the mother of his future pups. He’d found out she’d made a break from their apartment without Catherine or another Hell Hound bes