Under Heaven Over Hell Novelas e Histórias

Then, I stabbed him repeatedly in the heart until he collapsed in a pool of blood, no longer able to move. My tears blurred my vision, and I passed out.

Her shrieks of fear could do nothing but add to the discordant harmony rolling about the room. “By the power of earth. By the power of air. By the power of water. By the power of fire. Let forth the spirit. Descend to the lantern of sorrows of the South, to the trumpets of doom of the West, to the praise of harlots to the East, to the horns of death to the North. Descend!”

“You think the gods would put us here for a gory bloodbath. That’s unethical to their standards. “Beyond the Outer Wall is the Yellow Zone. That’s the place with the yellow sky. In this world, death here is what we call, recall.” He air-quoted that last word. “Meaning, if you died there, you’ll be magically returned to our world in the exact time and place the moment before you met your god.” “Oh, no,” I gasped with cold sweat.

he teased, I hate this man, him and all his wet towel handing over his waist and his tired wet hair hanging over his face, I could help but gulp. All those good unholy things those hands did to my body, comes back to mind, I want to experience them all over again. I am brought back to the earth by a chuckle, his annoying chuckle, “I am leaving,” I grumble. “You can use my shower if you want, I am not as greedy and mean as you,” he yells but I ignore him. As I open the door, I meet Esther who was about to knock on Heath’s door, what a lucky woman I am. It has officially been confirmed, I am hexed.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie! There's a way in heaven you don't walk on, but there's no way in hell you break in, Ding Hao, your life is over!" ...

“Hell is so backwards.” “Tradition is sacred here, Janet,” he explains. “Look around you, at the dancers and music, at the wares and goods from all realms. We hail from all over the otherworlds. The fallen of all ages. It is tradition that binds demon kind together and unites us. These are the children of a third of heaven and spirits from all cultures. All walks of life find refuge in Hell.” “I wouldn't call it a refuge. It's Hell. More of a holding pen until the End Times. Or a cesspool of wayward souls that got the short stick in the pile.”

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'