Pretty Face Going To Hell Novels & Stories

The hospital doors slid open, and the cool breeze kissed her face, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere inside. She thought, for a moment, she could gather herself outside—until Kim appeared, as if summoned by her most bitter thoughts. The eerie sweetness of Kim’s smile was impossible to ignore. It was the kind of smile that dripped with concealed venom, a façade of warmth that barely masked the malice beneath. "So, how are you?" Kim asked, her tone filled with an unsettling mixture of mock concern and thinly veiled amusement. Kim’s eyes danced over Jess’s appearance, taking in the fine lines that had deepened with stress, the puffiness under her eyes, and the tired sag of her skin.

"I don't want to, because… "Luther Spencer, you disgust me," Callista spat. Luther jolted awake in panic, and he rushed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body over and over again. He nearly peeled his skin off. His eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled unconsciously, "Honey, I'm clean now. I'm not dirty anymore. I've cleaned everything off. Please don't think I'm disgusting. "I even threw up what I ate. Please, don't hate me. I'll make sure no one else ever comes here again."

She sat silently for a long while, unmoving, until the clock struck midnight. With the chime of the hour, she stood, calmly picking up the now-cold dishes from the table. Without hesitation, she dumped everything into the trash. It was then that a chilling voice, belonging to the King of the Underworld, echoed from above, carrying a cold, otherworldly air. “Celia Quinn, your seven days are up. Do you regret making this deal with me?” The grim, icy words seemed to fill every corner of the villa. As they faded, Celia let out a faint, bitter laugh. Her soft voice broke the silence.

“Oh, please don’t make me laugh.” “Why would I waste my money on garbage? He’s just trash I threw away, and Helene found the shit and picked it up for herself.” Helene’s face twisted with horror, her perfectly painted lips parting in shock before her expression flared up with raw anger. Her eyes narrowed into slits, cheeks flushing an ugly red as her hands clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white. The elegant mask she always wore cracked right there, revealing the ugly, insecure girl underneath.

Those are the days I cry for. "STOP!" he throws the food tray to the floor. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" he comes closer and tries to wipe my tears but I turn away. He takes my face forcefully and turn it so I look at him. "If you're thinking death will free you, don't. I will follow you to the pits of hell if I have to," his eyes are a shade of dark grey as they pierce my soul. I feel a chill run through my spine. He won't let go of my face. I spit at him, which forces him to.

" She said. He laughed out loud like she had said the most hilarious thing he had heard all day. "You know what,that cracked me up a lot. Are you serious?" He said. She looked crossed at him. "You can never imagine." She said. He walked up to her maintaining a serious face. He stood a step from her. "I really don't know where you got that from but I assure you Miss Kylie,oh my bad,Mrs Kylie," he said sarcastically as he ran his fingers along the lines of her face and she stared at him. "The last rule won't be needed because it won't ever happen." He said so confidently that she felt her ego bruised once more.

"W-What the hell do you want?! Just kill me already, and stop humiliating me!" "If you say so. Then die!" Jada then took off her stilettos, pressing the heel against his face and cutting into it, leaving Gashface screaming. "Louder!" Jada laughed as she pressed the heel on Gashface's neck, and even an idiot could see that Jada was ready to kill. There was no telling why she was so confidently ruthless, but Gashface was not about to gamble with his life! "You best be sure about this, bitch. You're screwed too if you kill me!"

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

Or the worst possibility is that l might die, which I strongly hoped it didn’t happen. She saw me jumping down to her, and I again witnessed a moment that rendered me to fall speechless—it was the moment where her supposedly dull face gleamed brightly the moment the thunder roared. Her pale face looks porcelain—free from any unwanted organisms. Apart from the severe eyebag that she tried to hide with some makeup—which, got washed away by th heavy droplets—the features of her face is perfect. As if, she’s someone non-existent. “Heather…” A word inadvertently escaped my still lips, unknowingly admired her beauty the time where she looked the most alive—in the moment where she almost ended her