Adam Hazbin Hotel Without Mask Novels & Stories

Pretty. Too pretty, actually — like he’d been carved by a soft-spoken deity with a perfection kink. And then hoodie-boy pulled a mask up, bowed his head, and practically vanished under the fabric. Jaden stared. Interesting. Mysterious. Fashionable. Who was this masked angel? A transfer? A runaway idol? A boy hiding from the authorities because of an embarrassing haircut? He wanted to know. He needed to know. He didn’t get the chance. Before first period, when the hallway was its usual zoo, someone suddenly shouted:

"Do you still have that fake mustache from Halloween?" The plan was stupid. Incredibly stupid. Sebastian had pointed that out at least six times. But Damian was already pulling on a surgical mask and a pair of glasses he had found in the glove compartment. Sebastian wore a baseball cap pulled low and his sling—which made him look convincingly like a patient. They walked through the emergency room entrance, past the triage desk, toward the elevators. No one stopped them. Hospitals were busy places, and busy places meant people didn't pay attention.

He relaxes, his walls coming down, and for once, he laughs freely, joking around with me as if the darkness that’s always clung to him doesn’t exist. I soak it all in, every second, every smile, every laugh. Deep down, I know this won’t last. Once we’re released, he’ll go back to pretending, hiding behind the mask he’s worn for so long. He’ll run back to the safety of denial, and I’ll let him. I meant what I said—I won’t chase him once we’re out of here. But I am going to take a trip to that hellhole they sent him to, Ivorygate, and I’ll make damn sure it burns to the ground. They’ll never hurt him—or anyone else—again.

Sliding in, I took my seat beside a figure whose entire face was obscured by a black surgical mask. “Aren’t you choking in that thing? Take it off already,” I said, chuckling as I shut the door. With a dramatic sigh, the masked man pulled it down. “Ah! There he is. The face that makes every teenage girl in this country lose her mind.” I clapped mockingly. “Stop talking, Hendricks,” Hamilton muttered, his tone dry. “Oh no, the great Hamilton Morgan is cranky. What’s wrong?” “You were in there for twenty minutes! What the hell were you doing?”

Meazus washed his face roughly, so that water began to wet the small hairs on his forehead. Meazus tried to find the white towels that the hotel usually provided in the glass cabinet. His green eyes scanned the area where the hotel staff usually placed the small towels. There were none. Meazus opened a small cabinet made of polished teak wood, located not far from the sink. “What?!” Meazus saw things that were inappropriate for an elite hotel like this. Why were there ropes, half-face masks covering the eyes to the nose, candles? Meazus took a dark purple object from the cabinet. “Isn't this—”

Hazel often finds herself walking around while still asleep. “Hazel?” Eric called out when he woke up and didn’t find Hazel in bed. Panicked, Eric ran around looking for Hazel, worried she might have done something dangerous. But he found Hazel putting on her shoes, dressed neatly, and wearing a mask on her face. “Where are you going so late at night?” Eric asked, breathing a sigh of relief. Hazel turned and smiled. “I want to buy some things. Don't worry, I'm wearing a mask so no one will recognize me,” she replied.

I covered his face in embarrassment, unable to look at him in the eyes. This is so embarrassing. I looked at the boys and saw the amused look on their faces. Before we knew it, the van had already entered a building and soon enough, we were inside a basement. "Okay," our eyes all went on their manager's direction. "I guess Miss Zanaya here needs to stay with you guys in the dorm for the meantime because a lot of fans are camping outside." I gulped at what he said. Seth took something on our back and before I knew it, he was helping me wear a huge black hoodie and gave me a face mask.

Harriet just smiled, slightly holding back her laughter. "Aah, tonight's going to be really chaotic," Harriet muttered under her breath. At the same time, a man in a blue dragon mask sat on the edge of the party floor, surprised to see their presence. "Heh, has she acknowledged her relationship with that guy now?" Penelope Zircon was seen flying towards them with her small, fast steps. The young woman, with her unicorn mask on, lifted her face and turned to Harriet like someone ready to take all the tea.

“Sir… the meeting begins in five minutes.” “I don’t care,” I said flatly. “Postpone it until tomorrow. And get us out of this hotel… Isabella already knows where I am.” “Yes, sir.” I rubbed my temples. “Find me somewhere I can drink without being recognized.” Henry hesitated. “Sir… a billionaire CEO shouldn’t be seen drunk in public.” My gaze darkened. “Will you stop being ridiculous?” “Sorry, sir,” he said quickly. “There’s the Velvet Fang Club. They’re hosting a masked party tonight for the pack. No bloggers. No outsiders. It’s safe.”

"Aren't you a spunky one? Why aren't you responding now?" Rachel scoffed and looked at Nathan. "I will not speak to someone with sexual orientation confusion." Once again, the ambiance of the space had dropped below the freezing point. A storm was brewing on Edward's face. Meanwhile, Ziggy tidied up his hair after arriving at the hotel entrance. He pulled out a mask and wore it on his face. 'Luckily masks are gifted for buying a suit." He followed after a couple who entered the hotel, cheating the angle to look as if he was holding the woman's skirt.