Say Anything Walk Through Hell Novels & Stories

One of his friends lowered his head in guilt, no doubt remembering how cruel they had all been to me. "Brandon, we'll send everyone we have to look for Eleanor. We'll find her, alive or…" He couldn't finish the sentence. Brandon's vacant eyes suddenly sharpened. "That's right. Find Eleanor. She's always been lucky. She'll be okay. Go. Search now!" Then, a crazed fury surged into his eyes. "And one more thing. Send Hannah to the basement." … After I jumped, I was lucky enough to hit several tree branches on the way down. They slowed my fall before I crashed into a lake. Still, I lost consciousness the instant I hit the water.

Not only had he kept backups—he'd shared those private videos with other people. Pushing down the humiliation burning through me, I opened the door and walked in. Everyone froze. From a nearby partitioned area came the sound of a woman's gasps and Nathan's raspy voice. I pulled back the curtain. I was about to speak. A lace bra flew through the air and hit me in the face. "Get the hell out!" Nathan barked the order, yanking a blanket over Chloe's body. His face was twisted with anger. Even though my heart had already gone numb, my eyes still turned red. My throat still burned.

They brought me a chair. "You two," he said, voice like ice, "kneel to my wife. Don't stop until I say so. Every time you slap yourself, say 'Mrs. Zane, I was wrong.'" Steven and Peggy dropped fast, scrambling like they were about to beg for their lives. "Mrs. Zane, I was wrong," they chanted over and over, voices shaking. By the end, Steven was shaking, barely able to keep himself upright. "Mr. Zane... is that enough?"

"I don't want to, because… "Luther Spencer, you disgust me," Callista spat. Luther jolted awake in panic, and he rushed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body over and over again. He nearly peeled his skin off. His eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled unconsciously, "Honey, I'm clean now. I'm not dirty anymore. I've cleaned everything off. Please don't think I'm disgusting. "I even threw up what I ate. Please, don't hate me. I'll make sure no one else ever comes here again."

And I am not that much of a bad person that I would end up in hell, I might have done alot of wrong things in my life but I am sure it's not enough for me to end up in hell. Right? I questioned myself, yes I am right I answered before I walked back to the door, I pushed it open before I stepped inside I couldn't really see clearly because of the steam so I just continued walking. "Hello!" I said looking around, I am certainly walking on a tiled floor, and wherever I was it was also dark, I continued walking raising my hands so I could at least touch the wall, but nothing. "Hello" I called again as I continued walking and that was when I stumbled into something and I stumbled forward, I gaspe

I approached my dad while Monty still had him in a death grip. He stunk of lies and fear, and I loved every bit of it. Because he knew that I wouldn’t stop until I got justice once and for all. “Soon enough the whole world will know what kind of monster you are, Percy Champagne.” I spoke softly. “And when that time comes, I hope you made peace with all the skeletons in your closet.” I didn’t wait around for him to tell more lies. I walked out of the banquet hall with my head high, knowing that was the last time I would ever step foot on the Champagne Estate.

My anger boils over. I scream. “You are all already dead! You are too stupid to know it! Believing in my blood as your salvation is like believing that Jesus Christ will walk through that door and grant you an eternity. I might die tonight, but I won’t be alone long in hell because you all will soon follow me!”

If someone didn’t give me water soon, I was going to chew my own cheek just to get moisture. “HELLO?” I screamed for what had to be the hundredth time. My voice echoed sharply off the stone walls. “ANYONE OUT THERE? I’M DYING. OR MAYBE ALREADY DEAD. IF I AM, THIS IS A STUPID AFTERLIFE!” Nothing. I sucked in a shaky breath and shouted again, louder, “HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M STARTING TO TALK TO MYSELF. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT A CRAZY HOSTAGE? BECAUSE I’M GETTING THERE FAST!”

“Code.” “Vixen 79XB,” I say, my voice catching against the bass that seeps through the walls. My sweaty hand clamps together. The other guard grins, pushing the door wide. Music crashes over me—pounding drums, sharp synths, and a hundred overlapping voices. “Welcome,” he says, “to Fantasy Hell.”

He never questioned it, but overtime he could recall the annoyance in Zalakai's voice whenever he spoke his name. Down here... In the depths of Hellfire and brimstone... You are called Nothing... A Nobody... Someone without purpose... "You're lying." He gritted his teeth. She was spitting venom at him now. How could he dare believe such insanity? I would never call you such a name...