Pretty Face Going To Hell Novels & Stories

“What about the mirror?” “Destroy the frame,” Trish rasped. “It’s the anchor.” Scott stood tall, shoulders squared with purpose. He looked to Faith, then to Trish. “No more doubt.” He faced Jezebel and shouted, “Hey! Fuckface!” Jezebel turned, her face twisting into a grotesque smile as the last of the demons funnelled into her. “Yes, you! I thought angels were supposed to be beautiful! In your case, I’d recommend a major pedicure—and a full-face transplant!”

She stared at the reflection and couldn't believe what she was saying. When was the last time she had smiled like this? When was the last time she had seen her eyes so bright like these? She remember that back in the days whenever Hayley would look at the mirror all she would see is just a ugly and gloomy face. She would never smile and her skin was dull, her eyes were dead and her she looked nothing better than a zombie. The one she saw right now was a very beautiful reflection, she couldn't believe that it was her. Was she always like this?

Heaven said and laughed at Fritz who is now pouting. “Hi, I’m Hell.” The unknown guys introduced himself and offered his for-shake hands. “Y-you’re what?” I said trying to confirm if I heard his name right. “Hell.” He said smiling. “Oh,” I said and looked at Heaven who just pouted and rolled her eyes. “I’m Peace…Peace Ellis.” “I know you, you pretty.” He complimented me and made me smile. “Go to hell.” Chaos said and walked out. “Well? I’m Hell.” Hell said and wink at me

"Can you shut the fuck up before I even destroy that damn pretty face of yours?" Hera can't help but be mad at his remarks. She didn't like it any bit. Much more when the man counter her curse with a joyous tone in his words. "Is that a compliment?" "The hell it is." 'Oh gosh I really want to punch that dumb face of him. If only I have my gun I can shoot his damn mouth and make him walk with an injured legs.'

Is he serious? "Go to hell. Stop flirting with my maid, shitface." Theo chuckled. "You're so territorial. I'll go now. Adios!"

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

I looked at her with incomprehension, asking her, and despite her attempt to escape from my chains, I did not leave her, "What are you talking about?!" She replied with repulsion, "You smell bad, man. Were you with Hela or slept next to a gorilla from the jungle monsters?!" Despite her exaggerated claims, I couldn't control the fit of laughter that possessed me. Her analogy is unfair to Hala, but I agree that she is repulsive and not attractive.

Now back to the face they all knew me for, the look on her face no longer flickered that admiration that had lingered a few hours ago when she couldn't set her eyes off my body. I could see fear sipping in, eyes blinking, breath coming heavy on her chest. "You...?" Her voice came out low and tethered. "Who the hell are..." The remaining words died in her tongue. The scar on my face was enough not to repeat a stupid question. But I think she needed to make sure this wasn’t just her imagination playing games with her. I snorted. "Don't tell me that up till now, you don't know who 'the hell' your future husband is." I imitated her words, voice lacing mockery.

Someone like Thalia. I pray to the goddess that my fated mate won’t be such a man whore. Or such a filthy human being. I don’t know what I would do if he were. Sure, appearance wise they are handsome. But that doesn’t balance out their repulsive personalities. Typical “pretty on the outside, rotten on the inside” story. “OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HER FACE!!! I’M DEAD” I hear the cockroach bellowing out in laughter, taking short gasps of air in between.

Hold on. Her lips curve. Small. Ghostlike. She knows. God, she looks like hell. Swollen cheek. Split lip. Dried blood at the corner of her mouth. Body exhausted. Pained. And still — still — she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. The devil inside me smiles — that bastard is dead. They’re all fucking dead. Deep breath in. Slow out. “Hey, angel.” My voice comes out smooth. Arrogant. Like this is a cocktail party instead of a slaughterhouse.