Tickle Hell Novels & Stories

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

I reply lifting my shirt. “Hm….” I gulp as I sense I made the biggest mistake of my life, “lift it a bit higher, I want the salt on your boobs.” He said with a smirk, I am completely numb with the shock, this pervert. “A deal is a deal, right?” I sigh before lifting the shirt enough to only expose the tip of my breasts, “this all you get,” I shove the lime in my mouth and wait, most excruciating wait of my life, he looks me in my eyes for a few minutes with a smirk.

Kennedy is a very smart cop. I need to get out of here. I've been pretending to be Cinderella in the goddamn castle with her Prince Charming when, really, I'm Persephone and Moon is Hades. The orgasm he gave me was the pomegranate seed. There is no orgasm on earth strong enough to keep me within the walls of Moon's hell.

Clara paused for a moment before turning to Mason, her voice clear and cruel. "You like to play games, don't you, Mr. Sanders? You think it's fun to watch people struggle in cages, don't you?" Mason shuddered and shook his head frantically. "No, no! Rebecca made me do all of that! She forced me! I never wanted to!" "Hush." Clara raised a finger to her lips and cut him off. "Mr. White spent five years in the underground fighting ring. He broke seven ribs, lost four teeth, was injected with drugs, and was displayed like a zoo animal while people bet on him."

"Now, someone did make mention of the actual hello kitty's revenge sequel?" "Aww, come here, Suarez!!!" I said and hugged him. He embraced me tightly. "I take it that we get the actual revenge sequel?" He asked me. "Yup. And more. We have fun." I responded as I thought of the thrill that would come from clamping down on my husband's mistress, Hailey.

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

Even if they did and somehow Tyler was born, his human family would have eliminated him for having our abominable blood running through his veins. "Why did you take off your Elder wood?" I frowned at my inability to understand what was going on. His missing human Scent had thrown me off balance and I hated it. "I…I" he stuttered, confused. "I lose my patience easily, Tiger. It's not something a sheltered and ignorant human like you wants to see." I pressed my blade slightly on his neck. His eyes widened and he immediately began talking, "I…I…I didn't mean to take it off." "It got broken."

CHAPTER 24 : A RIDDLE TO PLAY A RIDDLE TO PLAY Hark art thou, hell's bridge torn apart, star of the day, sprinkled with hot flames of the trinity. War's conflict, rains. One more powerful rises, thee, helm falls into chaos, all ending may be the beginning...hark art thou, hell's clock tick twice, hell's visions lie not, all shown shall be revealed, at 12, it awaits. All shown, thus may occur just as the clock's fingers run, TWICE.

Tiger Lily showed some faux-outrage. "Shit!" I cried out as Delilah, Tiger Lily and the rest of the SD swarmed me. Pamela and Miyako were of no help whatsoever. I could not express my joy more at the resulting physical abuse and humiliation aimed my way. I was tickled. Yes, my Kick-Ass, full-blood, natural born killers pinned me down and tickled me until I nearly peed on myself.