Welcome To Hell Novels & Stories

‎Were they not atleast shocked they were dead, and in some kind of a game. ‎“Don’t look so shocked—death is just the opening act.” The voice said with a tone hinting at sick excitement. “Due to the unfortunate overcrowding in Hell—thank you, greenhouse effect—we’ve decided to recycle you instead. You’ve been sent to this abandoned worlds… as entertainment.” ‎It wasn't until her last word fell that the panic began setting in. ‎"Entertainment? For who exactly?!" I murmured, but nobody, well, no dead body in the room was in a mood to answer.

With that, he walks out, and I look at the guards and they smirk. “Welcome to Hell, witch. You will wish for death.”

As if he were fighting some primeval instinct to suppress the evil events. “I fell there,” he said, “into their world. One step and one half of my brain. Like melting between molecules. They circle in an endless loop, the lights and shadows, looking to strike out, to grab life’s form. They are all minds and spinning energy embedded in rock. They whispered weird secrets that I am only beginnin’ to understand. And they are anxious to come here.” “I see.” “No, you don’t. They want to come now, because later they won’t be able to. Judgement Day is near.”

"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?"

Intimidating, even. “Welcome to Howler Company,” Beowulf greeted, as we exited out of the car. “Now then, ladies and gentleman, I hope you are ready for what is to come here.” “What are you talking about?” Helix asked. “We’re only here to congratulate you and whatever is happening in this company, aren’t we?” Beowulf’s smile didn’t leave his face when he asked that. If anything, it grew a bit, as I could feel my own smile grow, knowing well what will happen soon.

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

“What brings you back to Allora? Are you here for business? Or for the ladies?” A wave of laughter erupted in the background at the reporter’s humor. Ethan chuckled slightly as he grinned. “Sorry ladies, but business first.” “As you all know, Elite’s corporation has been working hard over the years, strengthening relationships and bringing all its substitutions under one big umbrella.” “I hereby officially announce the takeover of Elite Entertainment as my next big project. I will personally assume the office of the CEO this coming week.” “Elite entertainment?” Simultaneously, Zia and Kate exchanged a surprised look.

“See you in hell, Luna.” “You first.” I pressed the button. The world exploded.

Sandy smiled and said, "Of course. We're launching a new program that gives every criminal a chance to atone for their crimes. With a bailiff present, they will meet with the victims or their families, then confess what they have done." The broadcast cut to the repentance scene. I stood beside Sandy and watched Ruby and Danny brought in together, standing side by side. Then, I smiled in satisfaction. "I'll kill you! You murderers!" A bottle of sulfuric acid flew at them. Danny's eyes went wide with terror. Without thinking, he pulled Ruby in front of him. "Ah! Help me! It hurts, it hurts!"

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”