Planet Dolan Hellbent Novels & Stories

I glanced at the other bosses in the room and they all looked unbothered like this was a normal occurrence. Only Paolo looked angry but this was probably because of his long lasting feud with Dante. "Stop!" Dante said. They all stopped and bowed their head in gratitude thanking him profusely. Dante turned to the man who had abused me. He reached into his pockets and brought out a knife. He looked at two of the others, "Hold him down" he commanded. They obeyed and quickly held him down. I watched as Dante cut off all his fingers, one after the other. The man screamed in pain, he would pass out from the pain and Dante would bring him back and continue.

he looks at me as if trying to decide whether he believes it or not. We talk about everything and nothing during breakfast. "This one is a loner," detective Roll says pointing at detectve Swindle. That's not his real name but everyone calls him that and when I started working with the detectives he told me his real name but I forgot it almost immediately. "He has been paired with four partners and manages to loose them within a day or two. The one that stuck for long was only for a week," detective Kelly adds before turning his attention back to his pancakes. "I just work better alone," chips in detective Swindle in an attempt to defend himself. "Bullshit, you've never really given any of th

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

Doll wasn't sure how he felt about it. Doll tried to hide his recoil at the sight of the gloves so similar to the ones the traitorous no-fur wore as he assessed and abused him. He closed his eyes and reopened them to take in who was really there. His current tormentor had no intention of hurting him like that. No, Hades only doled out the most exquisite punishment. Something Doll was so desperately in need of and had been angling for all night. How else could he explain the almost regal, but definitely rebellious manor in which he'd spoken to Hades when sending him for the spell ingredients?

He should return to wherever the hell he came from and leave him the fuck alone. He is Dylon and not Danny. He wasn't going to make the same mistakes Danny made, nor was he going to allow anyone to use him like they did Danny. ***~~*** "Yo, what the fuck!" Dal yelled, roughly shoving into Dylon once they reached outside and under their favorite umbrella tree. "What the hell was that all about just now?" "Get off my dick, Dal!" Dylon yelled back and sat slumped on the metal bench under the tree.

Though Dolan and I may have been child hood friends but me developing emotional filled feelings towards him certainly seems akward. Don't get me wrong, Dolan himself literally attains perfection,his blonde and curly hair frequently tied in ponytails similar to Korean martial artist's,he's hot muscular structure earning him the females attention and finally his demi god pretty face and mistake excluded chiseled jaw line finalizes him every females desire but despite his perfect qualities,the fire of love towards him seems impossible brewing up finally trapping him within my friends zone. Drowning deeper into comparism between the brain spinning hottie stranger and childhood Dolan,nasty and na

Raising her hand to wave. “Hey, it’s your Uncle Dan!” It’s my friend Keegan. Is that my Uncle Ben? Calling them over to us. “Hey, my name’s Taylor.” Hi, I’m Cleo. Magnolia. Dolphin. Blue. “This is my daughter, Sadie.” My little girl, Petal. This is Anastasia. Lola. Jean. Because names aren’t really important. Just a collection of sounds we give to each other. I guess any word or sentence is, really.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

However, all of them were from the Nine Mainland, so she could not just ignore him. Sh*t! At that moment, Weston, who was still trapped inside, was worried and furious when he heard Darryl's words! 'It's obvious that Darryl is trying to seek revenge! There are so many wild beasts in front of me. How can I handle them on my own?!' Woo, woo… After Darryl had rescued so many people, the Hell Hounds' targets reduced substantially. The beasts were completely agitated; they howled wildly as they pounced against Weston crazily.