Planet Dolan Hellbent Novels & Stories

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

Connell I push through the hallway toward our safe room, my boots echoing against the wooden floors. The familiar smell of perfume and cigarettes hits me as I open the door. Inside, five of our usual hangers-on crowd around Dolores, who stands tall despite their circling. "Who the hell do you think you are?" A bottle blonde in too-tight faux leather sneers. "Waltzing in here like you own the damn place, like you're better than us." "I don't think anything," Dolores says, crossing her arms. "I know exactly who I am. And I don't owe you whore's a goddamn thing."

Elena's POV I stirred in my sleep and felt something very soft under me. It felt like I am sleeping on clouds, so soft and comfortable. I don't want to wake up. I snuggled more into the clouds to feel heaven. But then I realized that I am not into heaven but in hell. I opened my eyes to see the devil sitting on the couch with a cigarette in between his fingers. His expressions were neutral and his eyes were unreadable as always. He was looking at nothing in particular. It seems like he is planning the murder of someone.

Sandra wanted to fight against his hold, her nerves, slowly relaxing at the calm mid night silence. A dim light shone in the bottom of the pit. Luna tightly gripping on her sprained ankle. Her eyes trailed the round walls of the pit. Dread building up in the back of her mind. Different sizes of holes where carved in like an exit. And she could only wonder what kind of creatures live in them. More like creatures. She advert her gaze over to Salvador who seemed to be asking her something. "I am fine." She made out. Hoping it's what he asked. "It's just my ankle."

Love him or hate him – but nobody got a message through like Dargan Hellson! The Guardian swallowed thickly, clearly scared and uncomfortable. “Could you-could you please get your alphas for us?” The other Guardian corrected meekly, looking like he wanted to sink into the floor. “Sure, no problem,” Dargan replied cheerily, and without a backward glance, he jogged up the stairs. Hell, all the way up he kept cooing and taking gibberish at his son as if he hadn’t just threatened someone’s life... The wolf let out a shaky breath he looked like he’d been holding--- and then gave me a “what the fuck?!”-glance.

The safe house was in an old building in lower Manhattan. My fingerprint opened the lock. Damon was sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he was really injured. His left shoulder wrapped in a makeshift bandage. Blood was already soaking through the white gauze. "Who was it this time?" I asked, pulling out the medical kit. "Some punk from the Kozlov family," he grunted. "Thought he could make a move on my turf." I cut away his shirt.

But this time alone, he doesn't think he's going to make it. Rolling over and over during the night, waking up finally in a cold sweat of nightmares with his parents and KYOLINE. Choking out of the bed, he tries to rid his mind of the image of slaughtered KYOLINE dying under Carmine's boot. Fucking Carmine Cicconi. Waking with bleary eyes, he knows he must get up, and with leaden feet, he makes his way downstairs. The scent of hot pancakes fills the air as DAMON and L'OREAL discuss breakfast at the table and DEBORAH prods at her phone with determined vehemence.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

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"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.