What Does Bloody Hell Mean の小説・ストーリー

Oh…SHIT! Remmy, darling, what the hell did you just do? Or rather, what the hell did I just do? And did Lucifer know?

The once-tranquil establishment transformed into a battlefield, its walls and furnishings bearing witness to the relentless barrage of bullets that tore through the air with ruthless precision. Amidst the tumult, amidst the swirling vortex of panic and despair, I heard the voice of my beloved brother pierce through the clamor, his words laced with a potent cocktail of disbelief, frustration, and mounting dread. "What the hell?" Stefan's voice rang out, his tone a desperate plea for comprehension in the face of unfathomable violence. "Damn it, I'm unarmed," he lamented, the bitter realization of his vulnerability echoing in his words.

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....

he said. Hierro’s eyes sparkled when Hail was mentioned. “What happened, then?” he asked. “When mother gave birth to Hail, of course, there was blood…” Skye spoke. “That time, I learned that when you die, you bleed. So, for me, blood is synonymous to ‘death’.” His face turned red. “So, when I saw blood, I thought that mother died, as well as Hail…” he said and lowered his voice. Hierro’s and Iero’s smiles turned stiff.

Blood spurted out like a spring! The bloody scene was shocking!

"What do you have in mind?" Fuck me. I'm going to hell.

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.”

sentencing bloody hell" as a warning to others. Everyone's faces changed. The "sentencing bloody hell" was the place in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect where the most wicked criminals were sentenced. It was located at the main hall of the Sentencing Hall, 1000 meters beneath the ground. It was said that the Astral Wind whistled, alternating between coldness and heat. Warriors who entered it would get their flesh and blood, muscles and bones tortured. It was just as brutal as the most wicked punishment—dismemberment. The people in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect all changed their faces when talking about the "sentencing bloody hell".

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.