Adam Hazbin Hotel Without Mask Novels & Stories

"Anyone who'd rather not hear old stories is welcome to leave. Just tell the front desk my name, and they'll set you up with a complimentary bottle of premium red wine on me. Consider it my apology." "Can I pick it up after this is over?" Sebastian asked, raising his hand and clearly enjoying the chaos. I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course." That only made everyone even less willing to leave. After all, who didn't want to hear gossip about the former stars of the class?

I looked at him, and I waited for another image to pop on my screen, which it did. The image of the house popped again, and I said, “Hotel. Hazbin hotel. Goldsmith cash. Hazbin hotel.” He didn’t understand that I said then he was dumb. Too dumb to be a healer, he tapped furiously on the screen of his phone he was going to break it, and it was certain. He showed me an image of a big building with the name ‘Hazbin hotel.’ On it, I nodded with excitement, and he smiled too. We had finally come to an agreement, and it was so fulfilling.

Like he didn’t need alcohol to help loosen up and behave the way that’s expected of him. Annabelle is already on the dance floor. She wears a pastel purple dress that shimmers and has black details that help outline her figure. Her strawberry blonde hair is pinned up in a nice bun, she wears a black mask and I notice that her eyes appear dark. She must’ve put in colored contacts to help disguise who she is. It’s not every day you see a girl with pale purple eyes. Hazel is wearing a formal romper and sticks out compared to the rest of the girls here. But she doesn’t care, she’s confident in her own skin. Her eyes meet mine from across the room and she nods at me.

"But with this many of us, what if something goes wrong?" The moment someone expressed concern, Hayden immediately replied, "Just hide in the bathroom first. One person opens the door, and once she comes in, lock it behind her and make sure she can't leave. I'll tell her I prepared a surprise for her and that I'll be wearing a mask. "My relatives work at the hotel, so no matter how much noise you make tomorrow, nobody's going to disturb you. I also put a special aroma diffuser in the room. Once she goes inside, she won't be fully conscious anymore."

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

Hazel said reassuring her but deep down in her, she was scared for their life. “Wow, I love the bonding between you both” Zack spoke up suddenly calling their attention to him. Their eyes flew to him at the corner, they didn't even notice someone was there the whole time. Zack laughed and stepped into the light for them to see him but he had his face mask on. “Who are you motherfucker?? Hazel asked angrily. Chloe tilted her head to look at the man very well. Even though she was not in her right senses when she was with the abuser, she could say for sure that the man standing in front of them was not the same person.

he asked with a smile. Hazel downed the remaining contents of her wine and took his hand. She smiled as he led her out of the club and into the parking lot. When they were there, he checked his pockets and sighed. “Hey, I forgot my keys on the club. Wait here while I go get them.” Hazel nodded. Evan blew her a kiss and left. Hazel looked around, smiling as she took in the exotic cars in the parking lot, wondering which one was his. “Hey, bitch!” Hazel heard someone snapped and turned to see four girls in nose masks, holding baseball bats in their hands.

He locked it, then turned to face her. Latifah looked up at him. He had got an all-white mask on. It had black lines through it in various places to make it look give the illusion that it’s cracked. The eyes had black circles around them, and the lips are filled in the same color. For some reason, it was not as frightening as it should be. Maybe that was the alcohol talking. She had never done something so bold before. So reckless. Something that was a hundred percent her decision. Her parents would throw a fit if they knew she was drunk at a party in Las vegas, let alone locked in a room with a stranger who had not still shown her his face.

The man smirked coldly and looked at Hazel, his cold eyes seemed to be regarding her as an object, not a person. He wore a silver mask, and the mask was engraved with the flirtatious flower. The mask covered most of his face, only revealing sexy thin lips. Hazel’s heart suddenly became cold. Although the lights were dim, it was enough for her to see clearly that the man in front of her was not Joshua. In fact, as soon as he approached her, she knew it wasn’t Joshua, he was gentle and made others feel comfortable. The man in the room was just the opposite, he was cold, like snow in the middle of winter.

“One more thing. This isn’t just dancing, Izzy. It’s full-on stripping. You’ll have to be comfortable with that if you want the job. Understand?” The words settle heavily in the air, but I nod, trying to look more confident than I feel. “I understand.” “Alright, one last thing,” she says, walking over to a small shelf stocked with accessories. She picks up a sleek black mask and holds it out to me. “You’ll wear this. Keeps you anonymous. We don’t use real names here, either. Just in case you’re looking for more cover, we’ve got wigs.” She nods to another shelf lined with an assortment of wigs in every color and style imaginable. “Pick one if you want—whatever makes you feel more comfortable.