When You're Going Through Hell Novels & Stories

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

Rhea muttered She asked, "What do you mean? Weren't you here to hold me responsible?" I shook my head to let her know she was wrong. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and placed it on the table. "I don't have time. I'm dying of cancer. I probably have about one year to live." Rhea's eyes went wide with shock. "You… you're dying?" "Yes. It's liver cancer. I think I might have gotten it because I worked too hard and drank too much," I lamented. Then, I added, "You like Jack, don't you?"

When the dust settled again, Ian saw through bleary eyes. An opening formed in the debris. A light was shining through the formed gap—a familiar-coloured light. Someone was on the other side. These were part of their team who come to rescue them. That’s when he prayed in relief that they could get free. There was a rescue coming. It was possible to leave this hellhole.

Giving me everything I could have ever wanted from this moment. This is how it’s supposed to be, two people joining together. Feeling the heat and fire between them. Each thrust brings my body closer to another climax. One that I’m chasing through him, I claw and nip at his skin. Just when I think it can’t get anymore exciting, he lifts one of my legs, propping it in the crock of his elbow and thrusts into me. “Scream for me, Red.” This time, when he pushes into me, I do. His name leaves my lips, echoing through the room and I slip over the edge, grabbing the sheet as I feel him swelling inside me.

I stepped onto the path. The world dissolved. The whispers descended, sharp and piercing. *You are already dead. Your purpose is meaningless. Give up. Embrace the void.* It showed me my worst fears: Misha weeping over my empty shell, my children calling another man ‘father’. *No.* The word was not a sound, but a force. The tiny ember of my hellfire flared. *My love is not a lie!* I roared in the void of my mind. *My purpose is to protect! For Misha! For our children! For the life we built!*

It crept upward towards Karmina. "I will not die!" She screamed out. "I will return to this world!" The fire continued to crawl upward. It licked and caressed her legs. It burned her skin, eating away at her flesh. She gritted her teeth against the horrible pain. "I will lay waste to your bloodlines!" She spit her threats. The fire wrapped around her thighs. Her black dress they put her in burned away. "And take my place at his side. No matter the day. No matter the time. I will..!" she screamed as a gust of wind swept through. The fire rose and swallowed her whole.

Another instruction followed, going above the sound of the drumbeats that got louder, mimicking the level of the chants. It went on and on, a slow, agonising ordeal that had me closing my eyes so tight, my mouth wide open as I kept on screaming. I felt like it would never end, like I was trapped in a cycle of torture. When Carter had said I was going to go through hell, he knew it because my insides, though previously cold, felt like they were being licked by fire.

Helena’s P.O.V. “Go to hell!” Obviously, I couldn’t say it out loud as sharp stabbing pain cut through my heart, making me screech uncontrollably. My body burnt like I accidentally fell into the ninth circle of hell, like a volcano rumbled, pouring its molten lava on me. “No!” King Trevor’s horrified scream pierced through my ears, shattering my ear drums with its high pitch. He lunged at me like a hungry predator and slammed me on the wall, his sharp nails clutched my neck as he stuttered painfully.

No matter how late it got, Terrance always came home to see me. First snow had just hit. I was curled up with a warm mug of milk, thinking maybe life wasn't so bad. Then a sales rep called—one of the bags I'd been waiting on finally dropped. I bolted. Didn't even make it to the mall entrance before everything went dark. My head felt foggy, heavy. When I came to, I was in some run-down factory. Smoke poured in, thick and choking. Mike and Cecilia stood in front of me. Gone for days—and now here they were.

But I know one thing that HEALING is a Process , long time process and I'll surely get heal and come out of His HELL . Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️