Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Novels & Stories

"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!"

“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

he laughed. "You will rot in hell Xaphan" I yelled. He moved his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around my throat. They were tight enough to choke me and cut off my air supply. "Indeed" he chuckled "But let me first show you hell and have the pleasure of heaven for myself" he laughed again throwing his head back. People like him don't deserve a place in hell too. The most abhorrent word is nothing to describe his character. He moaned in pleasure while grinding against me. His voice, his mere presence, his everything is disgusting. Any person would have hardly hated someone as much as I hate this man.

"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.'

Janice grimaced as the image of a blonde with an enormous chest and backside she had conjured in her mind crawled up to Jules. She shook her head, clearing the image from her head. “He'll be here soon.” Janice chanted, rolling on the bed.

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.

Two fires, his breath on fire, his tone of voice coming from the depths of Hell: "How do you know what I went through? And what do you know about me? And what do you know about my monsters, my spectra, and my hell? You don't know anything, and this word I'm sorry and comfort yourself because I don't need it from you understand? He growled at her, pushing her away from him before he could kill her and finish her off. She collapsed to the ground, crouching on all fours, gasping violently, trying to fill her lungs with air. She gasped again, raising her neck to him, muttering in displeasure: "I do not pity you, you idiot, but I pity all those around you who walk on tiptoe for fear of irritating

“Ah, you’re finally awake. You scared me a little.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t bat an eyelash if you saw me with a dagger through my heart.” “That’s because I know you’d just cheat death,” he said without missing a beat, “and come back looking smug about whatever deal you struck with the devil.” “Hell isn’t big enough for the both of us,” I replied as I unlocked the door. “Then maybe try being a decent person so you end up in heaven.” I let out a dry sound from the back of my throat. “That’s a worse punishment than hell.”

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.

one of the women spat, her entire being vibrating with anger. “That vixen deserves to die brutally,” another added, her jaw ticking. Watching their reactions made Cindy very happy. She continued the drama, shaking her shoulders in a sob. “Now she’s with a new man for his money. I bet she would try to get rid of anyone who looks at him the wrong way.” Her voice cracked, “My poor baby.” “I can’t believe this. How could someone so beautiful be so evil?” someone exclaimed. “Don’t you listen to Juice WRLD? 'Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face,' right?” one of them quipped.