Thats Hell You Re Walking Into Novels & Stories

"Darling, since we're both so happy today, how about we go shopping for a bag for you? Or maybe something else? Whatever you want, I'll get it for you." I agreed cheerfully. What I thought would be a quick shopping trip took an unexpected turn when we bumped into Rhea at the mall. The moment Jack spotted her, a flicker of unease crossed his face. Meanwhile, Rhea quickly left her group of girlfriends and approached us with a friendly smile. Her gaze occasionally lingered on Jack's face. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Ingleton. What a coincidence to see you here!" I held onto Jack's arm and returned her smile politely. "Ms. Carhill, are you here shopping as well? Care to join us?"

Signal the guards. And walk straight into the alley.

WHAT THE HELL? Either I had gone crazy or my mind just got jumbled in itself and now I was having deadly hallucinations. Shit! Fuck! Damn! Shit! Fuck! Fuck!!!!!!! Those were the words that started roaming inside my head but my throat was too choked up from shock to form them out. What the hell is he doing here? What the fuck Mace is doing in my house?

As we sprint into Hell—the buildings strip club—the scene that greets us freezes me in my tracks. Chaos. Pure, unfiltered chaos.

I use the bodies as my shield from the mess they are making on the floor and take each step as if I was walking a cat walk. Heel, toe, heeel, toooe, heeeeeel, toe.

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

The second they walked out of the doors, we both mumbled "Fuck" This was going to be hard

My‌ clothes‍ were gone. ‌Panic surg‌ed, sharp and blinding, someone⁠ un⁠dressed me and where the hell‌ am I?‌ “Welcome to Hell” The words were‍n⁠’t spoken aloud, they echoed inside my head, paired with a smile I knew fa⁠r too well and my⁠ h⁠eart stutte‍red.

Alexa (Prudence) Helia and I walk down the sidewalk toward where he parked. I’d come in a cab tonight, wanted to feel light, untethered. The silence between us is thick, humming with everything unspoken. My mind keeps replaying what happened in there or almost happened.

I succeeded. So Hell here I come.