Novels by NEHZ

Carolina's POV (From Hell) Closure! 'What are these earthly creatures talking about?' I mused, eyeing the devils lingering around the foggy atmosphere. The realm has been freezing lately and it's impossible to step out to take a look. I sat in my chambers, staring at the mirror displaying the happy faces from Derena's wedding. It stunned me to know that the residents up in the fire have been keeping tabs on the two pathetic lovers and have given them a combined name. They have divulged from having a secretive live-in relationship to an official wedding taking the vows of sickness and health. It disgusted me to discover the insomniac's sleep cycle tattered. I ablaze the flames from beneath. They scattered in flickering venomous fireflies before they went off and the realm got covered in a silence as murky as the daunting night of our souls lurking over one another. This humbug of promises are making me itchy and edgy. 'What do they have that I don't? How did this life became so fair f

Carolina's POV (From Hell) There are no timelines in Hell for I'm the unlimited invincible force to reckon and beckon. Satan is in authority but in his absence I take the charge to pour sense into the little devil's roaming around with a vibration of an independent soul. I hate it and so does, the lord of hell. Hell is about codependency on each other; empowerment is destructive coping mechanism around here. We don't preach or teach; we probe and lead to a highly classified mission of ruining the lives of those who caused us to descend at the lower level. The pitch dark web is our prison to initiate the activities of explosive thoughts and nightmarish emotions into the earthly humans we detest. I rarely see the reflection of my charred face in the mirror; it's spooky and ruthless. At times, I crawl and crib to the magical flying beasts in the chambers, storing endless wrath. They're not long or amusing; they're power boosters rising from the fire like volcanic eruption. Sometimes,

Carolina's POV (From Hell) Withered cage. Hollow air. Silicon powers clouding the invisible realm, obscured somewhere where the human souls would come along as the hostility takes over. Monsters are cooked here; monsters are banished here and monsters seek monsters. What I think is not what I see for my vision is either protruded or the arising monstrosity within me has shielded the cone of volatile fire captivating my chambers. Satan's punishing me for defying him. I was instructed to let go off the war and interaction with the human world but I can't let my fatal enemy Daniel Price get a happily after with my newly found sister, Serena. Mommy dearest hid from me the treachery of her existence. How could I ever let it go? I was only her baby girl; she knew I loved to fight over Daniel; how could I have lived to see him sway away from the path of comeuppance? Streaks of fire tinge me on my stone walled body. It carries the weight of my deadpanned soul awaiting a release in the

Carolina's POV (From Hell) Peace. 'What is it? Why is it and who brings it?' I sorted to find out in my larger than egoistic life on earth. Mother had said, "there's no peace in the human family. It's hell."Hell. Black inky island. Faraway from human contact, food, water or emotions. The place I am scattered and trapped; a home of my darkened, defeated and dead soul. It wasn't the place for life. It became my after life when my soul left the planet in the accident I caused in my obsession for Daniel. I rested in one of the chambers of the aflamed open terrace of a roundabout endless fire, situated beneath the plateau…little demons with tails crawled up from the ropes held out through the gate of hell. The big guy with those giant white scary eyes, let me in after I wandered into the abyss for days. 'All hail Satan!' No fights. No fun. No feeling and no one to hate except for the memory of my trickling death. What an award winning scene and plan it was to mop out the entire Pr

Eight years LaterSleep! My eternal love. My lifetime friend. The only thing now I can do without fail. How peaceful it is to sleep like a log of wood and snore my way in the office at bizzare days and meeting hours. I have recognized this feeling as heart blazing. I never knew I would brim with gratification after attaining the peaceful slumber, straight for eight hours. But now that I have actually gotten into the habit of drowning in the heavenly world for eight years I concur nothing can be more blissful than sleeping in between a day exhausting me or after work. As I squirmed to find a comfortable position on the couch, whispers resembling the wind whooshing, kissed my either side. I tried to shun them away but when I didn't budge, an ear bleeding shriek traveled in my ears. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," tumbling down the couch, I stared at the two reincarnation of Satan's, who faced me with hands on their hips and glint mischievous smiles circulating in their eyes. They scanned my face

"What the fuck!" The intensity of our curse matched. We gawked at the other, and reluctantly brought an inch or two distance between our bodies. Confronting the man behind us, I recognized the intruder as the inspector who arrested us on that frick of a night. He flashed his badge and glared. Serena scooted closer to me, eyeing me from her peripheral vision in embarrassment. "The universe does love you, Darling. It's conspiring to fulfill your outrageous wish. How do you think I should proceed now?" I taunted in her ear. "You two again!" The inspector exclaimed. "That too on your wedding day?" It was more of a reprimanding query than a statement for he pointed at us in disbelief and shook his head. His military eyes switched off my manliness and my confidence to explain the compromising circumstance tunneled down. I dare not open my silky mouth to squash some chocolaty words to this machoman who can outwit me in strength corporeally. So silky chocolate. Suits my personality. '

A day Later in Simone’s Bunker Moving away from the cottage she’d initially started to live in wasn’t Simone’s plan but there had been an attack of insects around the area. The land and water had been infected to the point that if she didn’t relocate to another place of safety then she might have died before time due to drinking the poisonous water or the small killer insects hiding in the bushes might’ve bitten her when they orchestrated their attacks in the middle of night. To say that she was a killing machine, the idea of dying at the mercy of those voiceless predators made her scrunch her nose in disgust and roll her oceanic eyes in repugnance. Jonas had found this bunker a few miles from their cottage; it was only a hollowed compartment going down the terrain which accommodated four people and had a good supply of air. ‘Cabin, cottage, bunker, it’s all the same to her,’ Simone had admitted while unloading their stuff from the van three years ago. As she packed her bags and re

‘Dead-beat! Is it what they call the state of unconsciousness when nothing makes sense except for knowing that the body is failing its owner?’ Ashton mused; his eyelids moving slower than any creature he’s known to exist in their time at that precise tick-tock of the giant clock hung above the ‘wall of rifles’ facing the darkened room of the people who’d captured him the night of the Masquerade Ball. He scooped up in a corner latching to the wall, rugged at the middle and the edges; his energy dissipated thinly to the ground which was swiping away from the left to the right in the fluctuating orangish-yellow-blue lights. Often, the huge sphere above the bars would ring red and a flurry of men would come marching inside pushing through the rifle wall. From short to tall, to heavily bearded to clean shaven, they would surround him pointing their evenly browed eyes at him and sending out a message as clear as a silent grave that he was to sit mute without a movement or he couldn't even

24 hours later in St. Gilgen’s Village of AustriaIf the ten years had taught a lesson to Simone then it was to not be consumed by the momentary madness and obsession of things and people in general. She wasn’t a normal person though, apprehensively she’d begun to become normal in her veins for the sake of people she left behind, and the man she loved. Being away from Ashton for the last ten years had ended her habit of dramatizing situations for her personal gain. Contrary, it’s given birth to a profound and never-ending concern in her heart that she couldn’t stop but move back and forth in the bunker raking her fingers in her hair; within the gap of a minute, she checked the footage of Alisha’s Mansion again and nothing had changed—the video displaying the exit of the giant mansion, with Ashton leaving the party with a sullen look pasted on his dulling features and even hours later when the guests began to make their way out, he didn’t come inside was halted. His car amiss from the

Five years, few months LaterThe glorious night of the Walker’s masquerade ball descended again. This time though the chaos reigned in the now renowned Alisha Mansion under the regime of the fashion designer in making and the new founder of The Great Glacier, Alisha Walkers. Ten years ago, she was nothing but a child who needed protection from the wild sabotage of Simone Thompson. That day when she went around assigning tasks, flipping her hair, scrolling through her tab for the last minute preparations, Ashton noticed the traits of his deceased exes, and latched onto the hand-rest of the sofa. The biological mother’s shadow haunted her sharp features while the woman they missed swept inside her. Stuck, they were in a loop to detach from the one who’d never return. The fallen Mafia owned his and his daughter’s heart and it would seem like they were the living embodiment of her fading existence from Vienna. “Slow down, Al. The party’s not running away,” he chided, casting a side glance

The tyre of the Audi R8 blasted midway in whatever the street was named. The shiny vehicle came to a halt and caused Simone to mumble a few incoherent curses; unlike her usual self she didn't banged the wheel with her fist but glared at it. Subconsciously, she's made peace with her past hurricane self, consciously she was struggling to compose herself at the slightest knock of mishap or misdemeanor from passersby or any of her old rivals. The smell of rivalry hasn't left her nostrils, though, she implored herself to recruit in a cycle of calm instead of letting her adrenaline drive her insane. She came with only one intention to find the ploy circulating the city, to unmask the puppeteer leading the show of Ashton's disappearance and probably to rescue her man. He must be in purgatory, and she's about to dwell in it for she knew in her veins that he must be holding her responsible for his latest agony. 'That dude was certainly the one who had more brains than her for he was aware of t

Volume/Book 2: The Stylish Mafia Woman & Her Love The reign of the Mafia period is a never ending riddle or a debacle, no one knows except for the ones who have found themselves clashing with the knights of pandemonium. Such has been Austria's history since Vienna witnessed the power of the most popular women protection racketeer. ***Ten years later, Simone Thompson re-appears in Austria after she hears the rumors of Ashton's disappearance circulating around the city. What follows are huge encounters with her old rivals, suitors and friends; anger squash; toxic modeling chaos and ruthless search party for Ashton Walker. The women protection racketeering is back again for the world got extremely out of hand without the Mafia girl's interference. Will Simone take control of the town and find Ashton amidst the unexpected tragedies looming over the city?