Men From Hell Novels & Stories

“As the saying goes, ‘Bad people don’t go to hell. They’re already there.’ You know Jerson is a walking hell and those old men were bad people.” Tyler didn’t know if Noah was joking or not. He could not guess what the other party was thinking or if he was making any sense. Just by hearing the word prostitution was enough for him to shiver out of aversion. Looking at the four men who were looking at them happily, he wished he had a gun with him so he’ll just shoot their brains out and scatter them around the area.

Chapter 15. — Once upon a time, the unsweet side of cliché… | Currently | I once heard Grandma Manu say something like: since you are in hell, hug the devil. Well, I literally did just that and still had my back pressed against the metal wall by the demon, while my legs were wrapped around his waist and his soft hands were gripping my buttocks extremely tightly. However, my particular demon was not horned, red and with a horrible face. On the contrary, the demon had a beautiful, arrogant smile, eyes as blue as the cloudless sky, locks as golden as gold, and an accent that, countless times, made the hairs on my body stand on end.

They were both in orange uniforms. Both of the men in unison, launched an attack on us but with a snap of Kaden's finger their legs broke and bright red blood poured out of them as they screamed in agony. My eyes were fixed on those men's blood, I could feel my eyes darken with bloodlust as red veins shoot out all around my body. “Ava,” Kaden called for my attention. “These men are despicable criminals, to me they are worse than animals. That one,” Kaden said, pointing at the huge, bald human.

He only remembered that Dave was talking about Girl From Hell. Dave said Girl From Hell has a real form as a woman with the body of a donkey who has a snake tail. However, Justin didn't see that form now, but there were indeed some snakes wrapped around her body. "Girl from hell is a demon as well as a monster who will only hurt women. Her ugly appearance makes her envious of all women on earth. She doesn't want those women to get the love of a man she loves. And The Girl From Hell also really likes handsome looks hunters of evil creatures, so she might fall in love with you. She will transform into a perfect woman for a short time if she manages to hurt a woman until she loses consciousness

“As in the Dante? Heaven and Hell Club?” Justin nods, oblivious, but my eyes narrow. I know exactly who Dante is. I’ve been to the Heaven part of the club—it’s just like any other, loud music, dancing, drinks. But the Hell part? That’s a different story. The rumors are everywhere, and if even half of them are true, this man profits from women. Selling them, using them. Men like him are everything I despise.

All the armed men scattered around the area to find her but the man slowly made his way to the well at the center of the woods. His steps were heavy as he drew closer to the well and gazed into the deep well that was covered in pitch black. His eyes snapped wide when seeing... "The heck is this—" he mumbled as he looked even more with a frown as his eyes widened in shock... The well was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing, it was like a portal. "Everyone! Come over here" The man ordered in a screeching tone and the other men immediately ran towards him and stood not too close to the well.

One of them is dressed as a cop, with the buttons of his shirt undone; another as a cowboy, with only a hat and pointed boots; another as a plumber, also shirtless; another as an executive, beautifully sexy; another as a doctor, all beautiful; and the last one is wearing only black latex pants and a whip in his hand, swinging it to the rhythm of the others. They look at us while they dance, with hungry eyes, beautiful faces chiseled by the devil, exuding sin, and those prominent bulges between their legs. "What the hell...?" Loraine gestures, mesmerized, just like all of us. "Are you crazy, Cayetana? This is..." "Hell..." Holly finishes with an invisible line of drool running down her chin.

It dampens when he starts to rise. Grubby fingers grasp jewel encrusted arm chairs, pushing down to angle his heavy weight upward. A flushed belly jiggles down when he straightens and I'm genuinely disgusted. His white shirt is unbuttoned, the waistband of his slacks biting into a thick waist. "Have some fire left, have you?" He turns to the men behind. "We have ourselves a hellcat. Truly from hell it seems." They all laugh at that. I count fifteen of them in total.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

he laughed. "You will rot in hell Xaphan" I yelled. He moved his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around my throat. They were tight enough to choke me and cut off my air supply. "Indeed" he chuckled "But let me first show you hell and have the pleasure of heaven for myself" he laughed again throwing his head back. People like him don't deserve a place in hell too. The most abhorrent word is nothing to describe his character. He moaned in pleasure while grinding against me. His voice, his mere presence, his everything is disgusting. Any person would have hardly hated someone as much as I hate this man.