Novel & Cerita Mama We All Go To Hell

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "They are like... six different flavors of Doom. It’s a Doom Buffet." Mama D, the only woman I knew who could look scary while wearing a floral robe and holding a cigarette, blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. She looked us over like a mother hen guarding a bunch of sparkly chicks, "They’re Capones, G."

“All right. Knock it off.” “Kathy and Jon were ugly dumb lovers. Especially in their hand-me-down covers When he pulled out his trigger She said, ‘Not much of a frigger Can’t find the right hole to make me a mother.’” “You are hi-fucking-larious.” “Are you in?” “Okay, I’m in. Gotta go.”

Until I get my trust fund, I have to respect my dad, and all but kiss his ass, which sucks a whole lot. Why does he always have to make a mountain out of a molehill anyway? Can't he just say whatever the fuck he wants to say over the phone or something? Not long after, I pull up to our grand mansion and head straight to the living room, where our boring family meetings always hold, ready to fabricate an excuse that will get me out of here as soon as possible. My dad and his wife, Lauretta, who is nothing but an ass-kissing gold digger, are already seated and waiting for me. Rolling my eyes, I speak before they have a chance to do so.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

The devil was all red from anger " THEN ASK AND LIVE ALRADY WHY THE HELL DID YOU EVEN FEEL THE NEED TO MAKE CONVERSATION FROM THE VERY BEGINNING?" " because I like teasing you, you get so easily offended" Celea said before adding " how do I get in hell? "

No soul. “I’m really glad that you had fun today” “You know, my Dad always says that the rain is a sign of blessing, so let’s table it this way, that the heavens are pleased with us, wish I’m not sure cause they said that the gays are all going to hell” “I won’t mind being in hell, so long as we’re together, that’s all that matters” “Fuck, close these glasses you getting me wet Annie!” Betty spat. “Oh, not yet bebe I just haven’t started”

When my own parents thrown me away from their lives as a dirty trash you embraced me. You were my hero mommy. I love you mommy. I love you so much. Ana whispered while sobbing hard. She put her head on the grave and started recalling her mother's last words. My dearest Ana, You know when I first saw you I thought you are an angel. Because you were the innocent and cute baby I ever seen in my life. My dear I want you live your life happily. Lever let grief bigger than your happiness...

ISABELLA The house felt heavier now, like the air itself was thickening with secrets. It had been a week since I first tainted Mom's creamer with the antifreeze, and the effects were showing more each day. She moved slower, her face drawn and pale, complaining of constant fatigue and a burning in her throat. "I think it's that damn flu," she'd say, forcing a weak smile as she sipped her morning coffee laced with another dose I'd added just hours before. Daddy watched it all with a mix of concern for show and that hidden gleam in his eyes, the one that said he was as complicit as me. Last night, after he'd fucked me senseless in my bed, his cock still buried deep in my pussy, he'd whispered,

The enemies of my husband—the Don of the Uccello famiglia, Emanuele Uccello—have kidnapped my mother-in-law, Clarissa Fontana, and locked her in a shipping container rigged with a time bomb. Emanuele has already arranged for his men to prepare the ransom. Clarissa can be saved fairly easily, but his childhood sweetheart, Melina Costa, who came along with him, wants to use this crisis as a chance to get some hands-on experience and insists on defusing the bomb herself. Ignoring his men's warnings, Emanuele allows her to step forward and take control. After she randomly presses a series of buttons on the keypad, the countdown immediately drops to zero. The very next second, a deafening e

"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?"