Living Hell Novels & Stories

HAERA How does one describe hell? Of course, it's an endless pit that everyone attributed to fire and a world that comes after the one we are currently living in. It's the norm. It is what we knew growing up. It's what's meant to be! But somehow, over the years of living as an immortal creature with more years to live out, that particular meaning has lost its touch if it ever even had any. Hell just wasn't something you go through in another life for telling a few lies and taking a few lives. The world we are now has a living hell of its own. And I, being my usual unlucky self, have gone through various forms of that hell, enough to last the lifetime that I st

" It's such a beautiful profane place. Lucifer would not be content only with the fire, and would leave the fun to the top guy. He shaped the world with kingdoms that stand by magic. There is food for people like me and like the sin of gluttony in hell. There are nightclubs so that those in the territory of lust can find bodies to satisfy themselves. There is a jungle so that those from the territory of laziness can sleep peacefully. There is a frozen part of it too, but it belongs to Envy. The beauty of hell is mortal for a human, but it is nothing like the books written on earth may be able to tell. I wouldn't even know how to explain everything. You would have to see it. "When do you inte

— You forgot that you're married on paper because in reality you're just another employee, during the day and night you'll be his sperm pot, just like me, ma'am. She leaves and I fall into bed, I cry again, I will never be able to pay this debt and I will continue in this hell, while my parents are living their life of luxury, I live in hell, the pain in my body goes beyond the soul, I lie there thinking and end up falling asleep.

“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

I realized that, that night was really long, because I had five men to please and little to no breaths to breathe. But even if I died that night, I don’t think they would’ve let me go. Animals eat their prey, dead or alive, a prey is a prey. “Let me go…” Was all I could say, my mind didn’t give me the power to think anything other than that. This momentary illusion, I thought I’d wake up from it but I found myself living it. That illusion became my life, when I first entered inside this hell, a brothel called ‘Paradiso’ another illusion because it turns out to be a club…

Marcello stood before the vast, dark windows of his chambers, gazing out over the hellish expanse that stretched out below. The Hell Pit was a place of power, a fortress built on fear and bloodshed, and he had made it his kingdom. The stench of sulfur, blood, and iron hung in the air like an oppressive fog, but to Marcello, it was home. It was his dominion, a realm of suffering and control.

he said with that cruel smile that made my skin crawl. Home. That was a joke. Home was a warehouse with concrete floors and no heat, where we slept on thin mattresses that smelled like mold. Home was sharing one bathroom with fifteen other people who worked for Victor. Home was eating stale bread and watery soup while dreaming of the life Elena stole from us.

No one can fuck with mine. So I was on a fucking mission that would permanently grant me a seat in the flames of hell. I lived in the underworld after all. That fate came with the life I chose. I didn't believe sadistic fuckers saw any light when they died. I'm sure there's nothing for them on the other side, just limbo. A state in some ultra self-conscious where they could live over every fuck-up in their life that had earned them such a prize. I'd probably find myself in such a place one day, yet that wasn't enough to make me grow a conscience.

HAZEL I didn’t know how long I’d been in this hellhole. There were no windows, no drop of sunlight, and no clocks, just silence and a creepy dim light that flickered over my head. It was what I envisioned hell to be like; a dark, timeless, and hopeless prison. Pissed at my father for using me as a bargaining chip, I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, wondering how I could repay him in equal folds for ruining my life.

I was dead. I had to be since I’d been living in hell for the past few weeks. Hell was supposed to be hot, though, and bright red with flames. The room where I was being held was cold and extremely dark. Even through the thin mattress I lay, I could feel the icy chill of the concrete floor beneath me. it seeped through to my bones—to my blood. Every cell in my body was thoroughly chilled. Maybe I could be better off in the real hell than this one.