Men From Hell Novels & Stories

" Callista pressed her lips together. Jane, with her hair half-white and her demeanor utterly humble, looked pitiable. Jane then handed over her phone, showing a video of Luther. He was half-reclining on a hospital bed with an IV drip in his arm. The hospital gown hung loosely on his emaciated frame, and he looked frail. He was almost unrecognizable, "He truly knows he was wrong," Jane said softly. Callista stared at the screen. In less than six months, Luther had turned himself into a shadow of the man he once was. Just then, Luther's call came through, and Jane answered on speakerphone.

He shook his head harder, making him instantly wince, “This place is called the third degree hell door, where people come in one form but go only pieces out there.” ​Marco’s body drenched with sweat as his eyes popped up with terror, “No! Please, no, I begged you! I apologise for everything. You all can take my money, just don’t kill me!” “We don’t need your money. Our King can give us anything, until we show hell to those men who angered him” The man coldly snorted, "You should never make our King angry from the first scene if you care about yourself from the beginning.” As soon as the word ended, one of the men appeared out of thin air with nails covering a huge bat, which was enough to te

Just a half-dozen staggering steps and he was on my brother. Fights in real life aren’t the slick, choreographed events they show in movies. They’re ugly, sloppy, primal things. Punches were thrown and there was a lot of yelling and grunting and panting. My father was a big man, and, drunk or not, the outcome was never in doubt. He grabbed my brother by the shoulders and slammed him against the wagon. Matt’s neck caught the edge of the metal tub and his head snapped awkwardly. My father grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up. Matt’s head flopped bonelessly from side-to-side until his assailant let him drop to the wet sand.

The black-clad men were relentless, and their cruelty would be merciless. The black-clad men charged forward, their weapons clashing against Adrian in a terrifying collision. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sounds of the violent impacts filled the air, and the black-clad men were stunned. When their spiritual treasures collided with Adrian’s body, they couldn't harm him in the slightest. Bam! The force of Adrian’s punch sent one of the black-clad men flying, and it was clear that Adrian's physical strength far exceeded their expectations. The black-clad group was completely bewildered, unable to comprehend just how strong his body truly was.

His eyes dark orbs of turmoil. As he seethes. " Don't you dare say that word." What is this man? Like seriously what is his problem? He kills me then tells me not to say I am dying. " Stop these games , Hayden. I don't have time for this. This good man drama? It's no use. I won't believe your fake shit." " It's not fake" He speaks coldly. And I roll my eyes at him. " Seriously? Your men are keeping women in the dungeons like animals! They are treating them like shit! Hell they are even taking them for auction! Now next they are going to what? Rape them!"

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

Was she planning to get me raped to take their revenge on Luca? " Boys!!", she called out loud, clapping her hands together as she took out her phone excitedly. I felt disgust in my stomach when I saw five men, entering into the room with a malicious grin. " NO!!! Cassendra, how can you do this? You are a woman too!", I cried out in fear, struggling to break free from those ties around my body. Those men all laughed at my protest, enjoying the sight of torturing me. Cassendra also added a laugh, starting the video as she grinned happily,

Besides having the shit kicked out of them, they're unhappy about the huge hit to their income while the future dropouts of America breathe down their necks trying to get their next fix. For now, I'm stuck with these morons. I lost my entire fucking crew to Austin, the fucking pussy. It's been harder than I thought to round up good men. I slam back a double shot of tequila and laugh, causing the two men to stop their secret squirrel gibberish and look at me. I raise my chin and set these assholes straight. "Moon's woman is mine and the two of you will stay the fuck off her. The black cunt can stroke your dicks as often as you like."

I shook my head in resistance when his fingers harshly gripped my cheeks making me frown from pain. “Bitch, don’t act innocent… You have taken so many favors from everyone in the News Firm, let us also enjoy a little…” The man whispered in a dark voice and soon his dirty fingers pushed inside my c**t making me frown in disgust. The other man started to suck on my neck and then his filthy tongue circled my ear and again I started to resist. This is too humiliating, too unbearable, from the corner of my eyes I watched Miranda watching everything coldly.

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…