Blake Roman Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

The scent of aged paper, the glossy sheen of polished wood, the quiet whispers of pages turning—it was the one place where the world didn’t demand anything from me. Here, I could breathe. Here, I wasn’t the girl constantly scrutinizing every choice. I was just… me. But peace never lasted long. Because every time I walked into the halls, I saw him. Jake Blaze. Dark hair, leather jacket, fists that solved everything except his own anger issues. The guy who never passed up a chance to make my day worse and somehow still managed to look stupidly good doing it. I hated that my eyes always found him. I hated even more how my heartbeat changed when they did.

Lucas smirked as they were out of the forest and now staring at the busy street and a bar opposite them “I’m thinking more of batman and robin” Roman exhaled as he stared intently at the bar, “And I’m guessing you’re robin?” Lucas looked at Roman with the corner of his eye, typical of them to be joking around when they could be hearing screams from a distance in no time if legion decides to start his revenge plot. “I’m more of batman don’t you think?” Roman arched a brow at Lucas with a teasing yet devilish grin “And why is that?” Lucas asked but Roman was already walking across the street to get into the bar,

"I don't see how that's possible but, again, yes. Yes, I will give up my soul to save you. Happy now? Can we stop this creepy conversation now, I don't like how you're shaking." "One more thing," I whispered. "Say these words after me. I, your full name." Blake rolled his eyes, the light evening breeze ruffling the tips of his hair ever so lightly and I could still hear the faint sounds of music coming from the school. "I, Blake Theophilius Johnson." He blushed lightly, a sprinkle of red dusting his cheeks but I ignored it at the moment. "Declare my soul the sole property of Azazel," I finished, eagerly nodding for him to continue.

Roman handed me a blanket and settled beside me. “She’s going to remember this,” I said quietly. “The island. The laughter. Us.” “I hope she remembers this part of us,” he murmured. “Not the chaos.” “You mean the chaos you still haven’t explained?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Lena, do you remember a man named Carter Blake?” The name sent a shiver down my spine. It had been years since I’d heard it—one of Roman’s former associates, a name tied to deals and power plays he’d sworn were behind him.

He smashed Hazel and Henley both in a embrace that had my throat tightening. Roman discharged his mate and girl as it were long sufficient to get my arm and yank me toward their family embrace. I lurched a bit, but wrapped an arm around Hazel as I ventured up to her back awkwardly. "This is peculiar," Henley at long last ducked absent from the gather. Hazel made a confront, and Roman grinned. "Merrick, right?" he checked. "I go by Blake, usually." He looked to Hazel, who must've told him my title, and she shrugged. "We met in a bar, and I studied his title off his ID. Been calling him 'Merrick' ever since."

A lump of hesitation formed in my throat, and for a moment, I considered admitting everything but the thought of Livvy’s safety seemed to hold me back. Thankfully, a familiar voice broke through the tension. “My apologies for keeping you waiting, Miss Blake.” I turned to see Ethan standing behind me, adjusting the button on his suit jacket. Relief flooded my chest. “Oh, and who do we have here?” Ethan said, stepping closer to Roman and extending a hand. “If it isn’t Mr. Montgomery.” Roman hesitated but eventually shook Ethan’s hand. “Afternoon coffee?” Ethan asked, his polite smile not reaching his eyes. “Yes.” Roman replied flatly, straightening his tux as he rose from his seat. His gaze li

At their older brother’s words, they shuffled back to the couch, and Damon and I joined them. “You said it was an emergency. Start speaking.” The one who had been fighting with Tasha, Matteo, said. Damon looked at me as though asking for permission to start speaking, but I decided to tell them myself. “There’s this boy in my class. He’s blackmailing me.” “What’s his name?” Tasha asked curiously. “Roman Huck.” “Wasn’t that the guy you asked me to run a background check on?” Rowan directed at Damon and he nodded.

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Rome's gaze swayed towards Blake and sweat dripped down Blake’s forehead as he stared back at him. “I don't like people lying to me. When they do, I get mad, and you don't want me to get mad, right, Blake?” Rome firmly said, slamming his fist into his palm. “No! I will confess. I will do whatever you want me to do. Please don't hurt my mother! She is sick.” Blake said, dropping to the ground on both knees with tears in his eyes. When Rome gazed back at Mr. Orlando, he slightly nodded his head and said, “Yes, young master. His mother suffered from kidney failure.”