Novelas y relatos de Love From Hell

I put the key into the car and start it but I don’t move. “What did Shirley say to you?” I ask. “She asked me if I loved you and if I’d do anything for you.” She replies. “What did you say?” I ask curiously. “I told her that you’re the love of my life and I would move heaven, earth and hell to do anything for you.” She says. She looks at me and I see how much love she has in her eyes for me. I reach over and pull her to me and kiss her. “I’m moving to the US.” I tell her.

"One day the man who says that he's incapable of loving will fall. You will try to fight it, but it will be stronger than you…" Ash's eyes burned with savage fire. "What the fuck are you trying to say?!" Dry laughter escaped Estelle's mouth. Then she stepped back and raised the dagger to her neck. "I curse you, Ashtar Malachious! One day the words of love will burst out of your mouth, and that day will be your last!" She closed her eyes and moved the blade across her throat.

He sat on one of the sofas in the club, smoking a cigarette when we approached him. “You might want to step away,” He grunted, without looking up. “You're blocking the light,” “Right, you might want to take a good look at it,” I nodded, stepping aside. “It will be the last thing you see, If you do not cooperate.” Tony's head whipped up quickly. He took in our faces, and his already white face seemed to whiten even further. “Who are you? Who sent you?!” I grabbed the cigarette between his fingers, stubbed it on the table and gave him a small smile. “We're from Hell.”

"Yeah. I told him 'no' from day one." "At least you didn't fall for his game, you weren't plagued by incredible innocence." Tom praised. "Most girls just don't even know what hit them since they're too enthralled by his attention." "I count myself lucky. I'd hate that feeling of knowing something I really should." I grumbled. "But, what I don't understand is why they don't remember." Tom gave me a sympathetic and patient glance. "Valentine, he's a Spirit user. Have you had a chance to study about them yet?"

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

at that moment was indeed sweet to the core of my heart. So I once again chose to jump into his arms. But now I finally understand that Jacob's most ruthless place is here. I love you, but I don't seem to love you that much. Hit a stick and then give a sweet, let you keep falling into it, but never escape.

That alone had been dangerous. Apollo leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, gaze unfocused. The throne hummed beneath him, responding to the turbulence of his thoughts. The shadows at the base of the dais thickened, listening like acolytes hoping for purpose. He had loved her. The memory returned with a cold steadiness, as if it had been waiting behind a locked door. Not possession. Not obsession. Love. A thing Hell rarely tolerated and never forgave. It was the one heresy even a Devil couldn’t turn into doctrine.

That softness keeps me grounded. I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out my spare makeup bag. If I’m going to take this man apart, I need to look sharp doing it. Touching up my lipstick, I check my lashes, fluff my hair, and lift the mirror to scan for flat spots—then freeze. A flash of green in the reflection. Familiar. My mirror slips from my hand as I whip around. Nothing. “I could’ve sworn—” “El, he’s sweating like a whore in church,” Halle says as she returns. “Shirt’s soaked. Looks like he’s going to melt out of his jack… et… Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She said softly. “Lovena, you are insane. You used the most deadly poison you could find to poison her. She’s only alive because somehow you didn’t put enough poison. What is wrong with you?” And then, all of a sudden, Lovena’s tone changed. She started yelling. “What is wrong with you? I love you! I love you! I love you! Be with me! You don’t want to be with me…why don’t you want to be with me? I’m pretty! I try to seduce you! I try to be nice! I try to be everything! Why don’t you want to be with me? Do you think I’m still sick? I’m no longer sick! I am perfectly fine!” She cried.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.