Novel & Cerita What Does Bloody Hell Mean

They were killing in me in the most brutal way. "Fuck she is still so tight man..." "Her breasts areee umm..... so fucking bigggg......" "Ohh....yes....!!" Their barely heard voices was killing my soul. They don't know that they are using just a dead body. "Umm....baby. Why are you crying..? We know you are also enjoying this as much as we are enjoying this...." I heard one of them saying that killed my already dead soul. They killed me brutally.... They brutally killed my soul....

But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because… “W-what the hell does that mean!?” I sputter out, utterly appalled.

“What the hell…?” Callan groaned, pressing a hand to the back of his head. When he pulled it away, there was blood. He looked at her, shock written all over his face. “What the hell, Hazel?”

I paced around him in a tight circle, adrenaline humming in my bloodstream like a drug. He spit blood at my boots but he missed. “Go to hell.” I stopped, turned and looked at him. “No,” I said, walking back closer to him, “Hell came to you. The second you touched what’s mine. The second you bled my men. The second you fucking smiled while doing it.” I crouched again, slower this time, savoring it. “You think this is the worst day of your life? I haven’t even opened the fucking toolbox yet.”

I know I need to let the current take me and not fight it, even as I can’t see or hear anything but red water. It’s official. Hell sucks, and they even ruined water.

Her voice dripped with venom. I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't steal anything. And who is Ace to you, anyway?" I shot back, my curiosity piqued. She cried, shaking her head frantically, and then yelled, “How dare you say his name?!” “How dare I?” I chuckled softly, giving her my best ‘did you miss your way’ look. Because, really, did she miss her way? “You’ll pay for this, you will, you spawn of the devil!” Heather deadpanned, her little friends had gotten her something to keep the blood from flowing. She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood.

"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.

You hear me, I'll surely kill you" I seethed. He laughed, a mocking laugh that made me see red. How dare he, how dare he laugh when he knows damn well that this wasn't funny. "Hello Freddie. How have you been?" He mocked. I remained quiet, not because I had nothing to say but because I fear that anything I say at this point might anger Joel. I didn't want this for the sake of my daughter. "Cat's got your tongue" he laughed "Joel. I accept" I said, sighing in defeat.

They were stained red, where vessels had burst under strain and moist with pained and fearful tears. "They're everywhere!" He screamed, the veins in his neck pulsating beside the throbbing Adam's apple. "Below the waves! In the sky! You have to kill them! The dead! The damned!" He threw his head back, slamming the back on his skull against the mask. "There ain't no Hell! This is Hell! Drowning in misery! Toys of the infernal!" Gibson moved across, muttering something urgently, but whatever words were uttered, they fell on deaf ears. Smithy repeated the move, blood appeared in his thinning hair.

My body hurts, my head was even worst. I thought when people go to heaven they would no longer feel pain. Crap! Is this hell? O...oh...how the...what am I...okay, I'm freaking scared to open my eyes now. Maybe I should pretend to be dead. Yup...the deader the better...okay, you should stop judging me. The word is deader...meaning more dead. Damn...my head...I finally groaned as the pain was throbbing. Oh hell, who am I kidding...I was just going to face the evil demon, and carry on with my consequences.