Surrender Hell Novels & Stories

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

Like black vines and rust like textures on the while that looks like the darkness or hell is infiltrating the heaven's gate. It was grand and if Ember could recall it properly, she knew the kind of costumes Iris had prepared, it would look so good together. If only the whole idea passes and no one steps in to say a word against it. Technically, Sarte was breaking the rules by not following the theme entirely but incorporating heaven theme into hell because they were misled by Sarte.

I spat, wishing I could shoot daggers through my eyes. “You've always been, since that fire. I fucking own you now, do you hear me? You're a threat to me. Trying to get me arrested that day was the biggest mistake you've ever made. You could've stayed in hiding, making sure I never knew you survived. Now look at you, hopeless on my bed, at my mercy–” “Fuck you.” I said with ragged breath. He had no morals and conscience! I needed to let off this steam before I exploded.

“She doesn’t have to fight it. She just has to surrender—to balance what’s inside her instead of rejecting it. Helen’s power needs an anchor. Someone who can bear the weight with her.” Damien tensed. “And let me guess—you’re offering yourself?” Richard’s eyes met his, and for a moment, I thought I saw pity there. “I’m offering her peace. Something neither of you ever could.” My chest constricted. “Peace,” I whispered. “You mean giving in.” He nodded. “Sometimes surrender is the only way to survive.” The words twisted inside me. They sounded wrong, but tempting. Every time I fought Helen’s presence, it tore at me. The pain, the fear—it was endless. What if he was right? What if I couldn’t fig

Ezra whispered in absolute surrender, his weeping no longer fueled by terror, but by the profound love and agony he had bottled up in isolation for so long. Ezra’s slender arms, which had previously been striking out in defense, slowly migrated upward, wrapping tightly around Darren’s robust neck, pulling the man deeper into his embrace. Ezra surrendered to their cruel destiny. He arched his body in total submission, welcoming the unchecked, escalating onslaught of Darren’s passion as the billionaire violently stripped the remnants of their clothes, leaving them discarded across the quiet apartment floor.

Wonderful timing. “Surrender.” She blinked, her gaze clearing. “We must surrender. It’s the only way forward. I see it now. Surrender!” “What are you—” I was cut off by a booming voice. “This is the SIB. We have you surrounded. Open the wards. Then lay your weapons on the ground and place your hands in the air. Now!” Fury scorched through my veins. This couldn’t be happening now, we had our first lead on 5th Circle, we had lives to save and an enemy to slaughter. This couldn’t be fucking happening!

A Santa from hell at the brink of death…or insanity…whatever comes first. I hope it will be insanity. For the sake of the world order, I really do hope that my human will endure all of this and somehow stay alive until I don’t find a way to get out of here because the death of my human will have an apocalyptic domino effect on Wengarthria. If Wengarthria falls, other subrealms of Soovaree will crumble and fall too. If the Soovaree realm falls, the balance in the universe and other realms will be destroyed, too. So yes, if I have to choose between the death and insanity of my human, I am opting for going crazy. If I go crazy, at least Ezel will not go feral. So, yes, I choose insanity. That w

There were dark streaks on her face as she clutched the phone to her chest, sniffing back tears. Had this been a different situation, I would have laughed at her. But nothing about this was normal. Ryder got into the car and started it, driving out of the compound as my phone beeped. I took it out and swiped it up to unlock it, my blood boiling when I saw what it was. It was a picture of Aithan tied to a chair in an abandoned room. Under it was the caption, “Your slutty lover is waiting for you. Come and rescue him. Come alone if you want him alive.”

Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.