Novel & Cerita Say Anything Walk Through Hell

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."

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!”

“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...

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

“I’m going to kill you the first chance I get you little shit.” “Yeah, yeah. How do you think I got here? Do you think I came here of my own free will?” It chuckled. It held out its hands and slowly turned around like he wanted to show me something “look around, Ryder. Have you forgotten that you just landed in hell? I mean look over there. That’s not a hot tub that you want to relax in.”

I wouldn’t allow him have the last laugh. ‘Really? You must have big guts for small weak creature like you to talk to me like that. Have you forgotten who I am? I am the lord of hell.’ His voice reached a frenzy, like the sound of many French horns; saliva jutting out of his mouth like monsoon showers; his breath was bad and putrid, at best. I felt like throwing up.