★★★★ In the dense and dark woods, there were screams and wails of humans gallivanting. There was no one in that place, nor could they ever believe in their lifetime that the devil had come to take lives. The king of hell was seated on his throne and souls were punished with combustible torture. “Mercy, please, have mercy!” They cried together when they saw how their companion was burned alive as Satan laid his hand on his head. “I have always believed that God made a huge mistake in creating humans. They were born with a pure soul while inhaling evil that leads them to hell. Look, your God isn’t here to help you because everything has been written by me ever since you stepped into heinousness.” Satan walked ahead along with his destructive emissions, leaving behind a trail of burnt footprints. Those big men peed in their pants. They cried for their lives. They didn’t believe this thing was happening to them. Didn’t they come here for fun? Then how did they come to the verge of los
★★★ There was no vehicle on the road except the black car. It was the next morning after a chaotic night. After much effort, firefighters brought the fire under control. No one would have thought that there could even be a resort, as the place had become a huge burnt-out crater. The officers came, and they have a picture of the resort. Clearly, there was no resemblance between the picture and the place they were facing. In the black car, Bella was unconscious, and Alexander was driving the car. Expression; he didn't have any on his face, nor did he look at the girl on the passenger seat. He was angry, one could tell. He wanted more killing until he could subdue his fury. Demons and devils weren't allowed to massacre humans, but last night he did, breaking the rules. The car drove to an extreme level that Alexander hadn't felt. All he wanted was to destroy everything and punished the humans. Isabella groaned in the next second, feeling uncomfortable. She opened her eyes slowly and f
★★★★★ He went ahead silently. There was a deep emptiness in Bella's eyes. She followed him slowly, carrying a lot of turmoil that had no name, only a sensation covered with pain. "Why can't I be like him? Whenever he is around me, I always feel a lot of emotions and feelings. And the person didn't even care. Neither is it his fault because I can't deny his warnings. Am I in love? How will I know? If yes, how can I erase these feelings?" Bella thought looking at the distance back. "Miss," someone called Bella when her body was following Alexander naturally. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. It was a butler running toward her. She turned and waited for the butler to finish whatever he had."Miss, your room is on the left side," the butler politely said, giving her a small bow. "Ow..I." Bella looked at her back and learned the man had already vanished from the place, leaving her and the butler for a chat. She replied with a cough, "I don't know. So I followed Mr. Luther. T
★★★★Bella clenched her fist as the man didn’t look back when he knew who the person was. Didn’t even ask a single word, sitting his back on. Wasn’t he cruel to her?“Um, I... I want to know how your shoulder is,” Bella asked with drooping eyes. Felt awful as she knew she was pushing someone to talk to her. “It’s good, don’t worry,” Alexander answered straightforwardly, not bothering to turn his head back. Thoroughly implied that he was in no mood to talk. “I want to see it because I won’t feel good until I see it,” Bella said, balling her fist as she was nervous. She didn’t have the heart to hear another no. Equally, she was guilty because she bit him that hard in a fit of anger. Later, she didn’t ask him about his shoulder when the man saved her life without a second thought. “Then come closer,” Alexander said quietly. Bella smiled. At least he didn’t reject her. She slowly made her way to him, comforting her heart; not too loud, not to embarrass her. Alexander sat corner of the
★★★ In a dark dungeon, cries and fetters were colliding with each other as if someone had dragged them. Their painful throats were asking for mercy for their lives. They did not want to die, but no one was listening to them. They were all deaf, trained puppets and devil worshippers."How many women are there?" A tall, gentle-looking man asked a rough-looking man. "Four. That's all we've got. But there could be more if the money ran high, little Carson. Io amo I soldi," an Italian with one ear, and had guns around his waist, approached the guy named Carson, who was an ordinary Westwood student, as everyone knew. "Are they the ones I ordered?" Carson asked, narrowing his eyes. He won't tolerate a single obstacle and his father won't let him go if he makes a mistake. "Yes, they are all born in eclipse. Little Carson, what kind of fantasy land are you thinking of making? You're just like your dad," smiled the Italian after taunting Carson. He knew Carson's industry when they had starte
★★★ Isabella entered her room and locked the door behind her. Her back touched the door, and she looked at her bed blankly. Sometimes silence was better. It gave you time to think about the thing you've done. How much did they cost you? Are they worth it? At first, Isabella was quiet and introverted. She lived a simple and bland life where everything was black and white, not that it bothered her.Although there was no dearth of people around her at that time, someone or the other was always there for her. One thing she lacked earlier was the different emotions she now had. Her chest heaved up and down with every breath, pursing her lips as she smoothed her hair with fingers. When she took a step ahead from the door after gathering emotions in silence, she heard her father. "Bella, will you eat?" "No, father. I am full. I want to sleep," replied Isabella with confidence to sound normal as her father had already asked her if she was in trouble when she entered and hugged her father
★★★★ As the following day arrived, three of them sat under a tree quietly on the campus. Yesterday was a mess for them. They hadn't talked about it yet with anyone. Neither anyone would believe them. "Do you think Casey's father knew or how they didn't report her missing?" Bethany asked. She didn't know what happened because she had been sleeping all night and it wasn't natural. True To be told, she knew that someone had done this intentionally. "I don't know," Danny whispered. "I am wondering about how we failed to figure out Casey. She used to be a sweet, quiet girl. How did she end up in a cult group?" Danny added, drawing her brows together with deep thoughts. "This proves that we are still naïve," concluded Bethany. She took his phone out of her bag and opened her Instagram account to study Casey's account to obtain some information about her involvement with the cult. She must have been with the cult group longer. Maybe she had left some information that could lead them to C
★★★★ "How could that be?" Bella mumbled, scrolling the same page up and down. Creepiness had felt all over her body as if someone had just poured cold water over her head and it slipped down her spine."Probably you have read another book, chill. Let's go," Danny said and dragged Bella, who still believed she had read the same book. Although Danny and Bethany had missed the mark, the book had left a significant influence on Bella."Where are we going?" Isabella asked. "You are an alien, no doubt about it. Have you forgotten the theme rave-up before the game? I have heard that this year will be a blast. The seniors have convinced the college that the party will go on late at night and they decided the party will be a themed one," Bethany said to Bella, who was clueless about everything despite being the same college student. "I'm not into it," Bella refused without hesitation. She didn't attend the party for the past two years, nor was she keen to join this year. "We will not accep