Say Anything Walk Through Hell Novels & Stories

“Fine, if I say I believe it, then tell me what you think you smell then.” “Right now. You are sweating and the smell of rot and death. Mould and wet earth. Let me tell you. This isn’t a walk in the park for me. It never is. I spend half my life wanting to toss my proverbial cookies. So, if I’m a bitch to you, it’s not you so much as I’m trying not to hurl.” “Fair enough, can you make an educated guess of what we are walking in?” “Well, I’d hazard a guess. I’d say they are summoning either demons or fae.”

Talk about walking into the dragon's den. ***

I replied “Ah,Ha ha!. “I'm going to hell” I whispered to myself after opening the fridge to get some ice then I thought to myself that I could quickly rush to get changed into something that doesn’t expose my body, but that would be noticed so I hid by the fridge and buckled my dress all the way to my neck then I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped around my waist, that would also be noticed, I said to myself before taking it off “I'm going to hell” I repeated to myself while walking back to him with a glass of iced tea

I threw myself in front of them, arms spread wide, blocking the path. "Don't go. Please. Just leave me some dignity. Don't look at me like that! Don't look at what's down there!" That was my body down there, the most wretched, humiliated, broken version of me imaginable. I didn't want to become cocktail conversation, and I didn't want them crowding around my corpse and picking apart every detail. None of it mattered. They walked right through me, laughing and chatting, heading toward the back of the garden where a cluster of decorative rocks sat behind a low wall. Tucked behind them was an entrance, camouflaged so well that anyone could walk right past it without a second glance.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed. I felt chills all over as my line of gaze began to blur. My head hit the floor, and darkness consumed me.

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

“Graham, how much do you think your dignity is worth?” That single sentence hit me so hard that my mind went blank. Now, staring at our chat, I stayed silent for a few seconds before sending that exact sentence back to her. I had no idea whether Lucy still remembers that incident, but for a long time after that, she didn’t contact me again.