Welcome To Hell Novels & Stories

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

It was a man, energetic and obviously faking his cough. “What’s up, people in bed! This is your most handsome announcer for today! Don’t cha worry, okay? Just ignore the flying bullets, the shootouts, and all that stuff out there. Keep calm and relax… and welcome to hell! Yeah! Rock ’n roll to the world, yow! I know my voice sounds amazing, so I won’t mind if you record it, it’s free! Don’t bother looking for my ugly monkey friends. They’re all out there fighting with their fellow monkeys, performing some ritual to get back to… planet apocalypse or whatever it’s called.

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"

My name is Abigail Lynn Hale, I was eighteen when I fell in love with a demon and followed him to the realm of the dead to live happily ever after with him. While there, I met a Goddess who wanted the same thing as myself - equality for all the souls. Together, we devised a plan to destroy the system of Heaven and Hell and create a single realm for every soul to inhabit and receive the afterlife that they deserve based on the seven deadly sins, and with strategy and will, we successfully created this new realm, we named it Mercy.

" It's such a beautiful profane place. Lucifer would not be content only with the fire, and would leave the fun to the top guy. He shaped the world with kingdoms that stand by magic. There is food for people like me and like the sin of gluttony in hell. There are nightclubs so that those in the territory of lust can find bodies to satisfy themselves. There is a jungle so that those from the territory of laziness can sleep peacefully. There is a frozen part of it too, but it belongs to Envy. The beauty of hell is mortal for a human, but it is nothing like the books written on earth may be able to tell. I wouldn't even know how to explain everything. You would have to see it. "When do you inte

She asked him. "Haylee,the so called Sheila's mom, she's not her mother," he said and Kylie stared at him in shock. "She's just an harlot in need of money and I paid her to do this. I found out Leo came to her and she was planning to call Leo to ask him for forty million dollars to expose me and I killed the bitch." He said smiling. "You're a monster." She said hating herself for ever meeting him in her life. "Yes. A monster, you'll spend the rest of your life with." He said dragging her out of warehouse. Just then gunshots were heard and Rex men fell one after the other and there was no sign of the killer.

One day, earth itself , Would bow to its Lord and Ruler, The dark side, That threatens all of humanity. Be wary humans, Hell is come, And hell is come to stay. Hell fire and damnation, For power, Has indeed changed hands. Hell is come... Battle of the Demons , year 2018.

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.