Novel & Cerita The Hellfire Club Book

By now, the lights in the caravans were off, presumably because everyone was working the club. I walked around the building, readying myself to explain that I’d spent the evening in Larissa’s place if anyone asked. When I didn’t meet any of the Hellfire Pack on the road, I walked around the back of the high street, through the wooded area, and stepped through the wards via the entrance closest to the sprawling oak. Fires lit up all over the interior, and the shouts and cheers and music of the shifter souls filled the air with a sense of merriment I couldn’t share.

Lucifer, your going to come up the middle with Hellraiser. Reaper and Bonez throw down the empty guns. "Set these bitches on fire." I say pointing to the SUVs. I cloak us all as we start setting fire to the SUVs parked around the clubhouse. Using their paranormal strength Reaper and Bonez push burning SUVs against all the exits. No one will get in and no one will get out. The horde is so caught up in the fight none of them realize their guns have been taken out. Their getaway cars are out of commission. And their exits have been blocked.

The enemies were just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. The book has been shining in purple light since she held onto it. As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine.

Kylie wasn't about to let him kill someone and go to jail all for protecting her honor. "Leo!" She yelled at him and before the last blow could get to the man's face,he stopped. He stood up, grabbed her hand and marched out of the club in anger. He pulled her roughly into the car and slammed the door. He got in and drove at top speed like a maniac. Kylie's body kept hitting the side of the car. She has never seen this side of him. She had always thought him to be the too good guy for her liking. It turned out he had a fire he was quenching off inside of him.

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'

Minus Cutter’s face turned to stone. “Whatever the fuck you think you may know about my club—” “Oh, I know a great deal about you and the Burning Saints. Much more than you could possibly imagine. It’s partly because of the knowledge I have of such things, that I don’t care about your three million. I know, for instance, that your book contains a vast array of information regarding the various sources of that money, and that is what I’m interested in. Why go after three million, when there are hundreds of millions out there for the taking?”

Chaos didn’t hide behind that veil of comfort. “We have Dens. They’re sex clubs where you can bring your darkest fantasies to life. Hell is made up of demons, given souls, and damned souls. You can play, watch, or both. There are willing and unwilling participants. You choose dependent on what interests you,” he paused, pressing a kiss to my temple, “Hell has no rules,” his words sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine. The idea of a place having no rules sounds so appealing. No expectations. You are simply you without judgement.

CHAPTER 121 I revved the engine of my sleek sports car as I pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind the storm brewing in the house. The purr of the engine drowned out the turmoil in my mind, focusing my thoughts on the club I was headed to – Fire-Z. Fire-Z was more than just a club; it was an experience, a sanctuary for the elite where the night came alive with pulsating beats and shimmering lights. As I approached, the neon sign bathed the street in a kaleidoscope of colors, beckoning me into its embrace.

The night hung heavy over Ironwood, thick and dark like a velvet curtain soaked in rain and gasoline. Outside, the storm rolled through the streets, thunder shaking windows, lightning cutting the sky into jagged pieces. But inside the Hellfire clubhouse, the storm wasn’t in the weather. It was inside me. I still felt Ryder’s touch on my skin, like a ghost—his fingers tracing invisible lines where his hands had been, a fire burning under my skin long after he’d left the rooftop.

I love and hate being right. I lower my head, and I slightly shake my head in amusement. I don't want Corina to figure out we are all making fun of her. She seems like the type of person to be slow in figuring out stuff. But once she does, 'Hell hath no fury.' I don't want to be in the cross-hairs of her ire. "You are lower than nothing, nursemaid," she hisses at me. Too fucking late on not receiving her fury! I keep my eyes down. I am not in the mood to deal with a mistress. It's already been a hell of a day. Adding to my misery in dealing with my dead husband's doppelgänger mistress would be too much to bear at this juncture.