What in hell are you doing in my house?
Who the hell are you?
Let's get the hell out of this drenching rain.
"But I met this girl and she-- " "Hell, no."
Or tell him to go to hell and never come back to Miami.
I resented the hell out of it.
Waiting for him to snap or yell as he had when she arrived to Hell, she touched him timidly with her other hand to begin exploring the ridges of the scars on his chest.
Martha confirmed my suspicions Quinn was mad as hell, convinced the whole business was down the flusher.
Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.
She backed away, unable to fathom the idea of being trapped with him in Hell for eternity.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
The accident did a hell of a job and the long coma and operations further messed him up.
Howie, what in hell are you doing?
It scares the hell out of me.
Yes and no, and I'm mad as hell about it.
Howie turned away, mad as hell at me.
Where in hell was a local mall?
Don't talk to strangers, and if you see someone with red eyes, run like hell back to Dusty.
She'd been through hell at Talon's hands.
Damian suspected what kind of hell Dusty had been through and was pleased to see his trusted friend looking good.
"How the hell did Dusty end up with someone like you?" he asked and looked down at himself, impressed.
What the hell does that mean?
What the hell happened to your apartment?
What the hell was an Oracle anyway?
Why had he sent her, and where the hell was he?
And if he didn't, you could leave him there and do whatever the hell you wanted for the day?
I'll make his life a living hell if so.
"And now we run like hell," Traci said.
"All hell is about to start raining down," Jule said, pulling away from her.
Anything you ask of Hell, it will do, he said.
She couldn't help thinking the creature whose job it was to trick people into Hell wasn't above lying to the human mate he took.
He wouldn't say much else, other than she cannot be fixed with the magic of Hell, Wynn explained.
Since Bishop Brooks died I have read the Bible through; also some philosophical works on religion, among them Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell" and Drummond's "Ascent of Man," and I have found no creed or system more soul-satisfying than Bishop Brooks's creed of love.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
Our nailing Otto Rudman on your tip impressed the hell out of him.
When he didn't respond, I added, She'll have a hell of a headache but you guys both have some bridges in need of serious damage control.
Hell, mister, I don't remember.
I kept after her to tell me and that pissed off Ronnie to all hell and he demanded Julie and me to get out.
If Jule or Damian were there, they'd take a trip to the boxing ring and take turns beating the hell out of him until his blood settled.
Hell, she had serious doubts he was even human.
The thought of him without his shirt on, or better yet, naked … "No way in hell," she breathed.
He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.
What the hell are you doing?
Worse, she wasn't about to give the creature that tricked her into Hell and turned her Immortal an ounce of compassion.
Hell had a magic library.
She wore the Grecian style gown of Hell: secured around her neck by a loose band, it draped over her curves and pooled at her feet, leaving her arms, shoulders and back bare to the hips.
"If I say the words you want, are you manipulating me into this bond, the same way you did to get me into Hell?" she demanded.
Who the hell are you?
How in hell does anyone know that shit?
Dusty wondered what the hell was wrong with everyone around him and rubbed the back of his neck.
The room was allegedly the most comfortable Hell had to offer.
Hell had a library?
"Who the hell put a pool here?" he demanded, pulling his right foot out of the shallow end of an in-ground pool.