Pretty Face Going To Hell Novels & Stories

she threatened I stood still and stared at her blueish eyes, her blue hair added some finishing touches to her attractive face but it doesn't take away the fact that she's working for the devil. "and what happens if I choose to walk away and never come back?" I asked "then I will personally shoot your mother in the head and match her brains till they become soft like blended tomatoes" she replied I nearly vomited when I tried to picture what she said, my heart started beating fast once more and she simply smiled while I went through the horrifying experience alone

He stroked his shaved chin as he scrutinized her. He noticed she didn’t look as sick as she was earlier, and he was fascinated by how her white hair turned silvery as the morning light struck it. Also, by the way, her cherry-coloured lips curved into a smile. He found it titillating, since he couldn’t stop thinking about what he would do to her as soon as they got to Cherview. “I was trying to picture you in armour. It’s kind of absurd.” Said Janice, giggling. She wrinkled her nose and thrust her head further out of the window to let the cool air caress her face.

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

I am not strong enough to survive another reality check of the brutal life. ****** Hola beautiful people!! Shocked anyone...?? Did anyone of you thought some thing like this to occur..? Well as I have said before everyone will pay for their sins. And that's what Neev will do now. It's his time to pay. Hope you all like the chapter. Do share your thoughts and do review In His Hell on GoodNovel with stars and your precious words. Do follow me on Instagram @author_priyaraj to know more about updates and stories .

he said, holding his arms out to her in appreciation of her beauty. "My darling Rene only has beautiful children, though you look slightly different from the exquisite twins. You certainly have more for a man to get a hold of." He chuckled as he drew a woman's shape in the air with his gnarled hands. Bloody hell, thought Millie just how many facelifts had this man had, he looked like a picture she had seen of King Tutankhamen's mummy after the wrappings had been taken off. The skin on his jaw was stretched back in a rictus grin whether he wanted it to or not.

He added and a grin etches on his face. With his perfectly-defined jaw, his black, piercing eyes, his broad and bulky shoulders, any woman can easily fall for his deadly charms regardless of how terrifying he can be. "Stop chasing me, what do you want anyway? You helped me humiliate the girls at the beach and to repay you: I didn't bother with neither you and your life anymore." "They were such a sight." He said with his brow raised, "After that, you forgot our deal." Within a blink of an eye, his grin vanished. His teasing voice replaced with a more serious, scary one. Any scary voice a mortal could ever imagine.

“Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?” “I don’t know about Levi, but I’ll enjoy a sweet Tequila right now.” He leads her over to the coach as he pulls her into his lap as he sits down. “So, Levi I’ll be having Tequila tonight and that means you can have fun with Angel.” I walked over to the fridge to grab a cold Strongbow beer to start the night off with as I wait for some girl named Angel to come back with my smokes. When I sit down, I noticed Legion giving a smart-ass grin as if he knows something that I don’t. I sat there for what it seems

“Yes, Freddie. I have decided to have surgery. I spoke with the nurse at my school, and she basically convinced me to get it. I thought it over during those days off last week. I am getting surgery. You once told me that to be a model at Model Perfect, I had to be perfect. Well, a scar from a thyroid surgery would disqualify me from being perfect. That is a terrible motto for a company to have. We are all human and no one is perfect. We all have our flaws, secrets and scars. You wanted me to conceal my cancer like it was something to be ashamed of. Well, I’ll tell you something Freddie. It sucks. It sucks that I can’t swallow food. It sucks that it hurts when I talk, and it hurts when I brea

Eyes naughty, and lips curled up in a mischievous smile. With a speed uncatchable by the human eye, the mommy figure fingers wrapped around Mia's Neck. Ripping the black haired girl head off in one clean swipe. The head flew in slow motion, landing just in front of Luna feet. It's eyes rolling nonstop. "God....god...we.....are gonna die....we are all gonna die." A voice repeated sadistically from behind her. "Mia–" Luna throat buldge. Her eyes slowly moving from the mommy figure and to her friends newly discarded head.

An evil smirk, filled with contempt for anyone else, was chiseled on her face. The only break in the pattern was the very last one. It was the same pose, but both the twins’ heads were up and gleeful smiles painted their faces. The woman was there. There was something wrong, though. Something not properly conveyed in a still shot. The smirk was gone. Her face drooped even more. An oddness drifted about the eyes. They looked almost near-dead.