Match Made In Hell Novels & Stories

Mak looks at me in frustration. "How the hell did he get into your room?" I've just told her most of the story about last night. "He said Moon knew." Mak swears. "That man needs to stop with the matchmaking or at least let me in on it. I'm pissed off and he'll get an earful at breakfast." It's Monday and my day off. I'm looking forward to some quality time in the gym sparring with Celina. "Thank you for all you've done."

Melina Mak looks at me in frustration. “How the hell did he get into your room?” I’ve just told her most of the story about last night. “He said Moon knew.” Mak swears. “That man needs to stop with the matchmaking or at least let me in on it. I’m pissed off and he’ll get an earful at breakfast.” It’s Monday and my day off. I’m looking forward to some quality time in the gym sparring with Celina. “Thank you for all you’ve done.”

even Japheth and Madrigal – the higher you got the more bloody your hands got. But it wasn't always like that... people find a family in the Estate... find people who accept them more than the world ever did. When your family is shit you make your own. And the people you choose become your blood. That’s how Hester and Nikolai met, and so did Japheth and Madrigal. Once upon a time they were just young boys spat out by the world, with no family or loyalty or love... so they went and found it themselves in dirty alleys and each other.

Then, Elaine and I started our new lives. Sometime later, I received a few videos from Mr. Quinton. The man in one of them was barely recognizable—he didn't even seem remotely human. He was curled up in a rusty cage, and his chest had collapsed. His ears and nose were missing, and he kept slamming his head on the side of the cage, leaving it bloody. Lindsey was the focus of the other videos. Her hair was a mess, and her gaze was unfocused. She was naked in a basement. She looked like she was in better condition than Harvey was, though.

Inside was a brand new passport and several bearer promissory notes from Swiss banks. I walked to the fireplace. Without hesitation, I tossed the only photo of myself and Sebastian from the bedside table into the burning flames. At dinner, George brought over a plate of black truffle foie gras, flown in from Paris. He said Sebastian had specifically called and ordered the chef to make it as an apology for the cake incident that morning. Looking at the exquisite foie gras, I suddenly felt nauseous and dumped it straight into the trash can. At 2 AM, my phone vibrated. It was a message from an encrypted number overseas.

I said as a mode of greeting. “Hello Stella.” Tomi said from the other end as I paused then look at the number. “Even though I deleted your number, I know that your number ended with the mark of the beats, this isn’t your line.” I answered. “I thought you wouldn’t pick if you knew it was me.” she answered. “You are right but nothing is also stopping me from ending this call.” “Wait, please. Let’s talk then I will leave your hair. I heard you are leaving the country…”

They seemed like two unique pair not only are they different, but their differences are incomparable. He is the open display of glamour and she is just Vary, another ordinary girl, even Taylor is a better match. No, Taylor is a perfect match compared to her. She’s his league, class, of his status. Vary is black, Keenan is Italian, she’s struggling to get everything she had, and he probably got everything handed to him since he was a baby. That is why she and Levi are perfect for each other because, while they are different, Levi always does his best to fill that gap up and make her feel equal to him with the little things he does.

A long silver blade ignites your only final resolution. Naturally, hell is not the perfect face or the perfect body, and it is certainly not the perfect life. It is alone with the constant ache of a love that will never come to pass. There will be no fluffy marshmallows passing by your dark baren existence or beautiful ladies with long feathering wings granting wishes. Hell is like an infernal, burning at your insides until you can’t take it anymore and have no choice but to shriek from sheer exhaustion from the constant aches in your soul. It’s like a hammer cracking your head open. Blood and oozing brains spill out of the mind you once had before hell came into the picture. Hell is like li

I couldn't tell why I had to find my mate whom I didn't have any idea if I would someday. Unfortunately for me, the council agreed with him and from that day on, I had been on a hunt for my mate. I had to make Zel meet a magician who gave us her scent that we could use to find her. Zel did almost the job perfectly. Going around with the scent looking for my mate till she finally found her in the hands of ruthless criminals in the underworld after so many months.

Helia stared at the opened journal blankly. Before her eyes were words describing Danica's atrocities. These words were plastered on the pages before her for her to see and be tormented. Helia's face turned white as she flipped the page. ‘I tricked the fool today.’ Helia gnashed her teeth as she read the first sentence of the page. ‘I made her make a love potion that will help me take her mate away. She would face the pain while I'd gain. Hehe! Hehe!’