Men From Hell Novels & Stories

, She said with a little smile. He smiled revealing brown teeth. "No pretty. Everyone here is here for each other. There's no selection. A man can pick more than two ladies for the night and I have picked you." He said gawking at her exposed breasts. "Excuse you?" Kylie said irritated and embarrassed. Where the hell was Rex? She wondered looking around. She tried calling him but his number was unreachable. The man pulled her towards him rough handling her and she slapped him. "Get away from me you perverted bastard." She said to him in anger.

This man was a monster. He didn’t know what came over him that he had to attack the Dark blood syndicate, the number one Mafia in the underworld. He thought he had enough man power, weapons and had strategized thoroughly, only for him to execute his plan and it all came crumbling down with the consequence of his gang members being killed ruthlessly and he...he is about to have his body dissected. Pa Williams slapped him across his face and glared at the man “ you better shut up” The man immediately clamped his lips tightly as tears welled up in the man's eyes. He didn’t want to die, he could only keep his mouth shut though he felt a stinging pain on the cheek that was just slapped.

"You treated me like an idiot, you humiliated me, and you betrayed me. You think that’s a joke?" "We just said a few things! You’re overreacting!" "Why should I have to take your insults?" I asked, stepping closer. "This is what happens when you try to make me the laughingstock. You become the circus." "You—" "Shut up, you trashy btch!" one of the boyfriends yelled at Fiona. "You did the dirtiest sht imaginable and you still have the nerve to point fingers?" The men in their circle had had enough. Breakups were happening in every corner of the room.

All five men took turns mounting them like animals. Thick cocks slammed into their pussies and asses without pause, stretching them wide, leaving their holes gaping and leaking between turns. The heavy, slapping impact of flesh, the burning stretch, the slick, creamy friction, and the constant press of hot, sweaty skin created a hellish sensory overload. The final act was merciless.

The man's name Zon said and smirked. “If you don’t want me to tell Labret you’re dirty secret stop Zon, you know I’m not bluffing when I say I will.” Hell said. The man just glared at me and hell and left the room that left me with Hell alone. I started to sob so hard, this is not what I want to experience. While my eyes are closed I feel Hell removing the fabric on my mouth. “Hell…please h-help me…” I said crying in front of him.

I hiss out. He facepalms himself immediately and makes a sound of disbelief, “It’s not Japanese, it’s Italian!” then he grins, more excitement flashing in his eyes, “are you naked?” the rawness of his voice and the intense weight it seems to carry makes me snap. I grit my teeth and I slap him hard across the face. And he covers his cheeks with his hand and stares at me in shock. “That hurts! Diavoletto (You little devil)” “That’s what you deserve. I am in this mess all thanks to you.” I ground out.

Don't drag me down with you! Lucille went completely rigid. Slowly, she bent down and picked up the phone, the voice message still playing. Fingers trembling uncontrollably, she opened the chat history and scrolled up. The further she scrolled, the darker her expression became. The person on the other end was indeed Trenton. She went to open the photo gallery. It was filled with videos. The trembling in her fingers grew worse—to the point where she could barely hold the phone steady. All along, Lucille and Edith hadn't been able to wrap their heads around it. The fake deaths, fake system, and Paradise Island were supposed to be nothing more than a performance they had orchestrated, with ever

no no nooooooo" a dark smile formed on Don's face with satisfaction the girl was shivering by looking all these things the six men are screaming in pain for Don's cruel acts don said "now leave their face and I want to pamper the hands which dared to touch what is mine" the six men feared extremely thinking what don gonna do next they're unable to see what's happening he signaled his men they started plucking those tied men's nails from fingers the screams increased more and more with pain they are screaming and shouting while requesting don to stop don ordered "arghhh it's boring to listen their voice remove that unwanted tongue I just wanna hear their screams of pain"

He subjected me to unspeakable acts, similar to what he does to many other girls. When I woke up weeks later in a strange place, the first face I saw was that of the evil man named Helium who said to me, "Welcome to your second life." Helium is a ruthless drug lord leading a cartel and he devalues human lives. Having taken a drug-induced injection, my memory vanished, and I passed out. Helium's nightmarish hospital subjected me, along with other girls, to surgeries where drugs were implanted. In a haze, we followed a man to the airport, unaware of our purpose. Pain-ridden from surgery, we were exploited to transport drugs.

The penthouse is wide at first, able to easily accommodate all of us, like about 12 of the men along with three full amounts of arms and ammunition that are in the room. Almost every guy is leisurely toying with a gun and no one finds his way, not at all. It's like second nature to us, being the most dangerous bad person you've ever heard of. It's almost as if most of these men have lost every last bit of humanity that was in them. Now they live to fight, they live for bloodshed, and for some reason, that's the way it's supposed to be. But somehow I wonder, just the way that I was changed, maybe these men don't have a future after all, maybe they could find love. I just already thought immed