Pretty Face Going To Hell Novels & Stories

Who did I know who could do a passable impression of me? If I was being hyper-critical (I know, so unlike me), I’d say Keezy’s version overdid the slouching a bit, and the face was a bit too grey and lifeless. I might not smile a lot, or express emotions on the regular, but that left me with silky smooth skin. All that stretching from smiling and grinning is a breeding ground for lines and wrinkles. That’s why beautiful women become so humourless as they grow older. That, and the realisation no one will put up with their shit once their looks are gone.

Lena said, hitting another nail right into Sabrina's chest, yet again. "You believe that you are so smart right? This time around I am going to waste this worthless life if yours. Maybe then, this tongue of yours might learn to be tamed, sorry I forgot, you are actually going to die, so this tongue of yours won't be tamed, instead it will rest forever in hell." "I do not mind dying because I know that I will be at a better place. The hell is for you and your lost soul, it has been specially designed for you, so you better stop thinking that anyone other than yourself belongs there."

“Go…to hell.” I laugh softly, crouching to meet her eyes. “Darling,” I whisper, “ I am already in hell and you are in it with me”

She had already ruined the happiest day of my life. Her mouth twisted, an angry expression on her face that no longer looked like that pretty face. Hatred and remorse ended up transforming all those beautiful and delicate features on her face. “You should thank God that you are a valuable bargaining chip, Laura, because otherwise, I would have the pleasure of disfiguring that pretty face of yours,” she threatened.

Zara shouted back, pointing at the dark patches almost covering half of Zoey's skin and body. "Alright! Praise the prettiest face in this house, then. Praise you! You know what, why don't you just marry yourself because you are so in love with your unpigmented appearance you forgot that your behavior sucks and there's nothing you can do about it! You're a devil! You deserve to rot in hell!" "So, you're not a devil yourself?" "I am!" "See? At least, I'm a pretty devil. Unlike you. Suck on that, loser!"

My mood was pretty foul as I tapped into the message, but the moment I saw what Michael wrote, my face turned scarlet. "You look gorgeous. The red dress suits you. Take off the heels and apply some ointment to your ankle." I was startled. How did he know I'd sprained my ankle? And what ointment was he talking about? I was caught up in my thoughts when a drone came in through the window. It had a box tied to it. I took off the lid to find a red dress and a tube of ointment.

Assuring that it will leave a scar similar to the ones created by cigarette burns on my body. "Until then, have fun with the she-devil who dons the face of a saint." I snarl. "Ti vedro all'inferno" [I'll see you in hell.] I turn away, coming to a halt when I see Aydem standing outside of the restaurant with his phone pressed to his ear.

"Just as attractive as my face?" "Hey, you said that. Glad we can finally agree on one thing. But there is one other problem that you face now." "Please humor me and tell me that has got your small brain fascinated." "Well, lucky that is the only small thing I have. But we guess you shall never get to see that." "Get to your point Mirabelle." "Hell is freezing over." "What?" "I said Hell is freezing over."

he laughed. "You will rot in hell Xaphan" I yelled. He moved his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around my throat. They were tight enough to choke me and cut off my air supply. "Indeed" he chuckled "But let me first show you hell and have the pleasure of heaven for myself" he laughed again throwing his head back. People like him don't deserve a place in hell too. The most abhorrent word is nothing to describe his character. He moaned in pleasure while grinding against me. His voice, his mere presence, his everything is disgusting. Any person would have hardly hated someone as much as I hate this man.

Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire. When Nivi and I sat in front of doctor to hear about her condition. Not even for a second Nivi looked at me. She sat there with her head down. I am not going to scold her or blame her for anything I just want to see her face and make sure that she is alright.