Angel Dust Hazbin Hotel Job の小説・ストーリー

But these people have never woken the dead, they’re clueless. “Ohh, Goddess,” Angel cries, as she runs out of the space to heave. “Tsk, witches are just too … human,” I mumble as I carefully assess the chains. “Your bag councilor,” I hear, as I turn to pat my assistant Jeeves on the head. He’s an elf fae and incredibly ugly. But obedient to a fault. I adore him and he smells divine. “Finally! Someone who showed up ready to work,” I grin, as he nods and begins to lay out some tools. I quickly put on some heavy gloves to keep the silver chains from burning me.

I screamed while entering the house and suddenly my baby niece came toddling towards me. “ANUTYYYYYYYYYYY REINAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” “HAZELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” I shouted back and swung her around in a hug. “Who’s that beep?” Haze asked looking at Angelo with a point at him. “He’s my best friend, Angelo meet Hazel. Hazel meets Angelo.” “Nice to meet you, Hazel,” Angelo said smiling. “MMMMM! REINA BOUGHT HER BOYFRIEND OVER.” She shrieked. What a fucking snake even if he isn’t my boyfriend!

she asks. Nae looks surprised that Azrael suddenly approaches and talks to her casually, but she answered her anyway, “He runs a hotel around the world. His purpose was to give jobs to everyone, I don’t know about his other ventures though.” she answered in a low voice that sounds like a whisper, enough for Yerach not to notice and hear. Yerach wasn’t just frugal, he definitely holds the best values, Azrael thought. Azrael sees everyone was busy, except Yerach who was playing with a feta cheese on his plate, she decided to swing a conversation with him, “Where did you find that girl? I thought Grand Theft Auto was a game.”

She looked at the machine, then back at him. "Are you serious?" she gasped. "So it just robbed me for fun?" "Apparently," Ethan smirked, leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms. "Who are you? I know everyone on the top floor, and you definitely don't work up here." "I am Hazel," she said, tossing the magazine onto the counter. She let out a dramatic sigh. "Data Analytics. Floor forty-two. I came up here because our coffee machine is broken, and I am currently doing the work of three people because the CEO decided to randomly go on a spiritual journey."

Finally, obediently, she walked over and sat on the stool she had used earlier, waiting for the food. Challenging Diego right now was not a smart move if she didn’t want to lose her job. Hazel didn’t yet have the experience to find a better one. Four years at Herlington Daily Buzz had only made her a low-level journalist, revising articles more often than seeing her own name published. “Eat. A lot,” Diego said, sliding a plate of fragrant, steaming pasta toward her. Hazel stirred it for a few minutes, unaware that Diego had been watching her the entire time.

“I was adopted by a band of traveling circus performers! That’s why I smell weird. Have you ever been near a fire juggler? Very smokey. Hard to wash out.” The second guard was wheezing now. The first guard pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate my job.” “You know who else hates their job?” Hazel said solemnly. He glared at her. “Who?” “The poor guy assigned to clean up after the fire juggler.” She sighed dramatically. “That soot gets everywhere.” The second guard was doubled over, trying to breathe through his laughter. The first guard growled, stepping closer. “Enough! We’re done playing games. Remove your hood. Now.”

bizarre. Despite all that, he continued to shower me with candy and flowers, his way of trying to soothe my frustrations. It was sweet, but I was still furious. He kept insisting that I return to the club, that nothing would happen again. Finally, I decided to call him. “Angel,” he answered on the second ring, his deep, rich voice like milk chocolate. “I need you to stop telling other employers not to hire me,” I demanded. “No,” he replied, so simply, so confidently.

Angela muttered, shedding tears. "How can I live without you, my guardian angel? Hikz… How is this?" Angela hugged her knees and cried uncontrollably. Ansel comes to Dave, who is in his hotel. Dave had just returned from Fergus' place. He refuses to stay at the Gonemanus mansion. "Mr. Davero!" Ansel shouted, stopping Dave from entering his room. "Ansel, what's wrong?" he asked. "Can we talk?" Ansel called out, glancing left and right.

Her combat boots made powerful sounds that attracted people's eyes’ to the short gun resting peacefully on her belt like a lion that just ate. “Detective Sharon, FBI. This is my friend, attorney general Luis Kingston. We want to see the doctor in charge of Angel Jackie-Kingston, now!” She hissed strongly to the receptionist, maintaining a deadly look in her eyes. I admired her. The receptionist licked the lipstick off her mouth and opened the system in her computer. “Lucky you,” she said, breathing uneasily. “He's on a free hour.” “Where is he?” I jumped in. I felt she was wasting time. Ace could show up any minute. We’re not sure where he went.