Metal As Hell Meaning Slang Novels & Stories

“Belong to you? I don’t even know you.” He chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated against my chest. His hand lowered to my ass and squeezed hard. “I don’t need to know you to claim what’s mine.” “You can’t just decide that,” I protested. My stomach churned, tightening into a knot. Who says something like that? I couldn’t believe he thought he had that kind of power. “Watch me,” he murmured, his face inches from mine. “Why me?” “Because...” he simply said, “you are light and I’m dark. You are heaven and I’m hell. And together, we’re going to create chaos.”

Acry Leivniz POV “What the f*ck?!” I said when the man introduces himself as ‘Hell’ What the heck Is happening to this world? Yesterdays I meant a girl who name Peace while I have a friend name Chaos and now, I meet a guy name Hell then my girl best friend name Heaven. What the actual f*ck? “Hell Lazaron” He said and offered his hand to Heaven. But heaven ignore it and look at Chaos who just smirk and look away from us like, is he not surprise about this? And how did this fucker know us hide out?

Wyatt explained, looking at the floor most of the time. "Wyatt, first of all, do you know what the word 'damn' means?" Mitch asked. He thought for about fifteen seconds and then said, "Not really." Do you know what 'hell' means?" "It's a really bad place, I guess," Wyatt answered in a weak, feeble voice. "That's right," Mitch answered. "And damn is used to curse or condemn someone to hell. Now I certainly didn't want to put a curse on the lights to go to hell, so from now on I'm going to use 'dang.' How about you?"

His eyes are pure gold now, an act that signifies the dangerous Alpha rage inside of him. Oh God! Hell is about to be unleashed!

He roared, “Lock this piece of trash in the dungeon” OMG!!. My life is literally a living hell right now….

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.