Angel Dust Hazbin Hotel Job Novels & Stories

Damian’s POV I walked back to the club angry and frustrated, loosening my tie, I made my way to the bar and ordered for a glass of vodka. I watched as the usual lady I do meet there threw me a flirtatious smile as she served. None of my workers really knew their boss and the one that did signed a contract never to reveal it. I looked sideways and there she was. Hazel was seated and focused on her phone as she typed away frantically. I took my time to try and read her and I could tell that she was tensed, there was a wrinkle on her face that disappeared and appears each time but above it all, she looked really beautiful.

Alpha Damien spat out with venom in his tone. He continued. “Now clean this place up before I cause you pain!” Ariel obeyed immediately, rushing back to the kitchen with tears in her eyes and her face flaming with embarrassment. Her whole body was soaked through with the soup, and she smelt like mustard and onions. She got a rag and a dustpan and quickly headed back to the dining table. She cleaned and wiped the floor until she was satisfied with its cleanliness before she headed back to the kitchen to wash the rag and the dustpan.

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles

I responded. End of smut scene!

Crimson calls out to me, making me frown. I find myself standing on the edge of a cliff... the cliff I've always lived on. In the water below... floats the people I've grown to love... including the two that annoy me most. "Has our little minx got cold feet?" Levi taunts, with a deep chuckle. "Not the Temptress, herself." Damien retorts, smirking devilishly. "Join us, Angel! The water's just right." Salem encourages with a smile. "I'll catch you, I promise, Baby girl!" Lucien states, holding his arms out for me.

Anastasia huffed in annoyance but nevertheless gave up. "Okay, fine! You want to know everything, right? Then listen, I got the job of working as Darius Henderson's personal secretary. Don't ask how, when and why, because I, myself don't know the answer of that question." Anastasia said all these things in one breath and let out a breath after she was done.

" we are announcing bonus to all our employees and chefs this month, this is a matter of celebration'. I proudly patted his shoulder. So to tell everyone of you Azeil is still unknown to the fact the bake my love cafe is shanaya's. Okay so lets see what happens. If you are new, please ping me on Insta as agni_aastha to connect to me. Hope to hear from you soon . Love -Agni❤

At least twenty pairs of eyes inspected me from head to toe, and I could see the disapproving on the female part. “Hey, workaholics! This is...huh--” The bald guy leaned to me, “What is your name?” “Angel,” I whispered in his ear. “This is Angel! She is here to entertain us. I have no idea who the heck ordered her, but thank you!” The mustached man introduced me and many sighed and whistles followed. “And what is it for us?” A proudly-looking woman raised her voice while her eyes were weighing me. “Oh, I am sorry for my coworker. He will be here any minute for the ladies to enjoy,” I gave her my wide smile, while I actually wanted to slap away her confidence with my hand.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

“Now get ready. We’re going to eat dinner.” Austin gently stroked Hazel’s hair, and the white man seemed quite happy with Hazel’s new title of “sugar daddy.” A girl who caught his attention. “But Hazel has work to do as an uncle,” Hazel replied hesitantly. She can’t do whatever she wants. Her boss has always been excellent.