Liars Go To Hell Novels & Stories

“Don't judge yourself, Mike. You are not God who can determine where you will be after death.” Mikael smiled wryly, "surely not heaven." he answered desperately. "So where is hell?" Lionel repeated his question. "I don't know. Maybe after humans pass through death?” Lionel smiled, "Nope." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before replying, “This world is hell. Lots of suffering, sorrow, something bad, and trouble. Humans do not seem to have time to live without problems. Everything comes without stopping, and no one can resist the temptation. There are many people who have lost their families—their loved ones, but life must go on. The one who lives must stay alive no matter what. Whil

Witchers, orcas, lizardmen, and Vasilio's other followers are sucked into the gates of hell, except for Vasilio himself. Their screams in the flames sounded pity. But, who's to make Cia angry? Kidnapping his two kids was, uh, a cheap plan. Cia's eyes then turned to the hell fire which was busy roasting and devouring these dirty souls. After being satisfied looking at that, Cia immediately returned to the gate underground.

Rhea screamed, "She's dying! She wants to get revenge on us before she dies. Shannon Barnier, you evil woman!" "Are you dying?" Jack asked with a terrified look and turned to Rhea. "What's going on? Tell me everything." Rhea, holding her baby bump, explained the situation with much difficulty. Jack looked at me with a conflicted expression. "Is this your revenge against me?" I shook my head nonchalantly, saying, "No, I'm fine. I went for another checkup, and it turns out they misdiagnosed." In truth, I wasn't sick at all. The previous diagnosis was fake. What I told Rhea was just a lie, and I conveniently explained it away as a misdiagnosis.

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."

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.

Samara gives her the finger as she greedily hooks into her own chocolate thick shake. We spend most of lunch listening to Kiarra's funny stories. She met a few people that were staying in the same hotel and went out partying with them, which apparently was the wildest night of her life. She had us in a fit of laughter as she explained how she ended up naked in the back of a van with some guy named Billy, due to a card game gone wrong. I shake my head at her as I wipe my eyes. She isn't one to be that crazy, which makes it even funnier.

"So he mentioned about the M of H meaning, The Messengers of Hell!" An explosive thunder roared from the sky the moment Nila ended her statement. How ironic. "Oh. My father also warned not to mention their names out loud. That was why we called them the M of H." I took a moment to digest all the rubbish she spatted "You're telling me that these Messengers of Hell-". The thunderous noise boomed again." They have my sister." "Yes" "Why?"

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.

"Oh Almighty? Celine sniffed and Damian clenched his white teeth with a wide smile, giggling deeply, causing Celine to be worried and Caidan bewildered. Damian finished his fit of hysterical laughter, addressing his brother: "Oh, I do not deny you that the news of his murder was the most wonderful news I have ever heard, but I regret, dear brother, that I disappointed you in this matter, as I have nothing to do with the people of Zachary. You better rethink who the traitor is, because it is certainly not me. He told him, standing on his face, and signs of betrayal dominating his features, adding: "You could have come and asked me directly, my brother! »

Italy, Sicily. When Nicola opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. "Are you awake?" A man's voice came from beside the window. "Drink." Ethan sat down on the chair beside the bed. "You've been in a coma for three days." "There's no more Nicola in the world." Ethan lit a cigar. "The person sitting in front of me now is the new Consigliere of the Guillermo family." Nicola put down her glass. "How long do I need?"