Novel & Cerita Pretty Face Is Going To Hell

They talk about class mates and the people that he had met. Danny tells Asher that he does not care for his english teacher Mrs. Sheften. Asher nods. “Ol' hachet face Harriett. She is a shrew, that is for sure!” “Hatchet face Harriett?” Danny asks and he grins. “It is what we all call her. Not really sure why. Maybe because her constant frown makes her face appear to have been carved out with a hatchet? Or maybe because she always looks angry enough to murder you with one? Who knows?” Asher says with a grin and Dani chuckles.

meanwhile in sky evil angel keeping weird faces good angel is laughing by looking at evil angel good angel : I told right everything is possible in love evil angel : oh good angel : common accept na you lost evil angel : it's not completed yet good angel : let's see

"Then, why don't you think so if it's about doing that with me?" "Because it is disgusting, and so you are." "Come on, you must want to do it. Let me ****** your ****** so you can feel the real ecstasy from Heaven." GEM-B tempted him. "I'm sorry, I am just a wandering spirit that can't go to Heaven nor Hell and I have no intention to go to either." Cocong refused.

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 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.

😐😐😐😐😐 I'm waiting for my uber outside the building when I hear the running of footsteps. I look behind to see Heaven approaching, with this wide fake grin on her face. I don't know if it's me, but I just find her so fake. She tries too hard to be perfect. She thinks she's this I*******m queen. I was stalking her on I*******m last night and I saw all these happy photos of her in Miami beaches, posh mansions, expensive inn and suites. She lives this happy rich life but I really doubt she's anything close to that in real life.

I want to say all these things to you. That will u become my world??... She slowly remove her hair from face and as she look at that side..she took some step back.. Max was lying on floor ..badly beaten by someone and Ryan was in pose of punching him ..his veins of hands can be clearly seen ..his bulging muscles which are ready to come out of his shirt ..one can understand how angry he was by looking at max condition..Ryan's was almost going to kill him...Whole way he was beating him mercilessly

She smiled and looked at me. "Why...are you looking at me like that?" I asked when she started to get teary-eyed. "I will not be here anymore," she said and sigh. "What do you mean?" "You will no longer see my pretty face and my sexy body" "Are you crazy?! What are you talking about? Where will you go?" "In heaven... Or maybe... In hell" ***

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

“We all know what was seen was half of the truth. But now this person is here and he wants us to find out. He made several attacks on us.” Hades did not even say my name. So we have mutual detest for each other now? It is good that I got to know. I just want to bang my head on a wall. Do they even know what they are saying? How could they do this? I looked at their faces but there was not even a small flicker of empathy or repentance for what they had done. They are all just disgusting. What kind of t=hearts do they have? They say face reflects what hearts say. Is this the blackness of their heart that is visible on their faces?