Pretty Face Going To Hell Novels & Stories

The picture showcased a work ID. On it was written: Greenville City Funeral Home. Below the department's name was a photograph of a woman with sparkling, captivating eyes, looking strikingly beautiful. Mortician: Helma. The user who shared this added a caption: [A mortician, someone who beautifies the deceased. It's astonishing how such a person dares to share beauty tutorials online. Aren't Steady Hemmy's followers worried?] [Isn't it eerie to apply makeup meant for the departed on oneself? Helma seems to have ulterior motives. Is she casting some sort of curse on all of you?]

[Fiona’s POV] “Who is dumb enough to want to cross me?” Heath roared on his phone. Not only was doctor-patient confidentiality breached, this had also doubled my then none-existent insecurities. I calmly looked at the stitched face for the first time in the mirror. I didn’t believe I looked hideous, at least not hideous enough to be considered a monster. But one thing was for sure, I was no longer considered beautiful according to the modern beauty standards, and maybe that is why people find this change very interesting.

, I really want to see my Sunny's face > < I heard that she's really beautiful , just like an angel. > < Those haters saying she looks like a monster without the mask must have been really blind.> < Stop making noise she have started.> Piano sounds filled the hall as those beautiful fingers brought life to the piano accompanied with a slow violin then shortly after a sweet but sad voice followed .. { My tears flows uncontrollably

“ Was this my own hell?” “ Please!” I begged in a loud voice, my voice choked and I felt like I couldn't kick the voice out but I tried as I formed a fist. They burst out laughing, they didn't care about my feelings as she said in a loud voice, “ Fuck! I feel like this bitch is dying.” “ Going to hell.” The blonde said sarcastically. “ She can't die on us. Not now.” I felt warmth from their words, I felt they probably liked me and they had just been acting out.

Nicola's voice remained calm. Sebastian's voice trembled. "Nicola, I know I was wrong. I'll change. I've lost the family. All I want is you..." Nicola interrupted him, "The moment that emerald pendant shattered, you're dead to me. I'm free now and happy." The call ended, and the dial tone echoed in the empty room. Sebastian slumped to the floor, staring at the television screen. The news was showing a banquet in Sicily, Italy.

Even if she didn’t want to admit it. "Fix up yuhself, rude gyal. Once dis done, yuh can go home an deal wid weh yuh haffi deal wid." “I would rather deal with it now,” she said, glaring at Draya from across the way. “What if I crack her across the head with a bottle? Or put some kind of chemical in her champagne… she won’t even see it coming.” I looked at the glass of champagne Brielle had in her hand and wondered how many she had before it.

“Yes!” Pure evil radiates from her face. “Since you have forgotten all that your preacher father taught you, I thought to remind you.” “But you said…” “And you believed? You are such a fool, Florence. Little wonder Ace made you his fuck toy!” She clasps her hands together. “Being a bad girl doesn't pay. You need to read that, pray, and repent or you will go to hell!” “You will go to hell too!” “Oh, I know.” She flips her hair back as usual. “And I am fine with that. As far as I am concerned, there are a lot of hot guys in hell. And Ace will be there too.”

Her face was expressionless, resembling a work robot devoid of emotion. Kael glanced at the stack of documents before shifting his gaze to Hellena’s face, which now seemed strangely unfamiliar to him. There was no faint smile, no trace of irritation that usually made her chubby cheeks puff out, and no warmth in her eyes that always greeted him each morning. For some reason, this abrupt change in attitude stung at the corner of his heart, stirring an odd discomfort inside his chest.

She could hear the sound of a laughter coming from behind her and before the light from the match could disappear, she found a blue eyed angel looking down at her, smiling a smile that only a devil would have shown. "You seem to be quite entertaining," whispered the man. "But how long do you think you will remain entertaining? If you aren't careful... you're going to be the next head hanging there." The only thing Jane could see before as her viewpoint grew smaller was the lips that had languidly spoken. The smile on that man's lips tell her that what she was going to face from now on was Hell. She had entered Hell.

"Go... to... hell." Kiara gracefully lowered the digital recorder, a terrifying, incredibly dark smirk violently spreading across her flawless red lips. She wasn't angry. She was absolutely, deeply thrilled by the complete, ruthless destruction of his entirely stubborn will. The absolute thrill of the violent corporate hunt completely intoxicated her flawless predator instincts.