Charlie Morningstar Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Charlie, one of Azazel’s bartenders, gives me a welcoming smile. Charlie is a gorgeous blonde with cornflower blue eyes, a small button nose, pouty lips, and legs that never end. However, that’s not the most poignant part of her. Her large, enhanced breasts definitely take center stage. She has expressed an interest in me before, but I could never reciprocate. I guess my beauty queen is the only girl that I want. Charlie leans across the bar, emphasizing her large cleavage, which is being held together by a tight red string cropped halter top. “Hey handsome, what brings you by?”

The next morning, Wilson and Charlie were in a hospital in Major Street, Tiger City. After the match and potion splurging, as soon as Wilson's case had stabilized, Charlie boarded a super fast hovercar that he had hired from who-knows-where and sped through the night to arrive at the most expensive hospital in the Tiger City by morning. Wilson was admitted and Charlie sat by his side, watching him while skimming through the news on his new projection wristwatch. The doorknob twisted. Charlie looked at the door, then at Wilson and finally at the time on his watch. It was not yet time for the doctor's checkup. He stood up, alarmed. A gun appeared in his left hand and a knife in his right.

" I stared silently at the shocking pool of blood in the news clip, the coffee cup in my hand remaining perfectly still. He could no longer bear his disabled body, endless regret, and the constant hallucinations of me coughing up blood. He finally chose to end his sinful and pitiable life at the place where he had once proposed to me. "What are you watching, Stella?" Charlie came out onto the balcony with freshly baked cranberry cookies. He followed my gaze toward the TV and then gently reached for the remote control. "You don't have to turn it off," I said, turning to give him a relieved smile. "It's such a beautiful day today, Charlie."

I pulled the bed sheet to cover my nakedness, taking cover behind Charde who stood up naked without minding. “What the hell is this?” He fiercely growled at Marcus. “Get away from her, your majesty! She’s a killer!” Marcus yelled. I glanced behind me to see if there was any female in the room besides me, because I was convinced his statement wasn’t directed at me. Anyone who knew me would testify that I couldn’t even lift my hand to kill a mere ant. There was nothing I could kill except the pumpkins in the pack orchard. “Are you talking about Sabrina? Are you insane?!” Charde defended me, “and how dare you barge into my room without knocking?! You’re going to face the due consequences for th

He wanted them to know he had arrived and would bring wrath upon this place. “Damon, Cara is inside the room called an oubliette.” Just on cue, his twin brother informed him through the com-device. Damon didn’t respond to Davien as he slid the card into the small box panel of an electronic lock. The red LED light flashed green, and the metal gate responded with a low reverberating hum before the mechanical gears inside whirred and slid open.

she asked, her big brown eyes looking up at me. "We're going home, Charlie," I reply in a sweet voice. "Where's that?" "Somewhere far away," I breathed, smiling at her. "It's best that you take a nap now, honey. When we get there we'll need to clean some things up." Charlie nodded and lay in my lap, her soft shirt and jeans she wore were like any other child. She was perfect in every single way. And so I got rid of the mask. Now everyone knows who their High Master is, including Hamilton- Liam's father.

If these people have not just witnessed Charlie almost getting marked’ they could be thinking that I Damiel Voldov has gotten him pregnant. And yes, the marking, that needs to happen soon, if not Charlie gets replaced. Chaos still in the mall, I walked towards Charlie, bent down and placed up his shaky frail body, he clipping to me like his life depended on it. I stopped in my tracks to see Hailey and Dailey glance towards my fuming brothers. Jamiel dipped his middle finger into Hupty’s eyes and dug both eyeballs out beautifully. An artwork. The heart on the floor finally gave its last beat and Jamiel scoffed, already bored after the heart went silent, the typical him will stomp on it, yes,

Not_annabelle CEREAL KILLER, YOU NEED TO STOP. IF YOU THINK, YOU ARE BEING SNEAKY, THEN, YOU ARE WRONG. Quinn_beach OH, HUSH, ANNA, WE JUST GOT TO THE BEST PART. Yes_you_suck WOW! THEY ARE BOTH UNDER THE TABLE, SHARING THE EARPHONES. CAN I JOIN? WHAT'S THE VIDEO ABOUT? Cereal_killer IT'S A CLIP OF CHARLIE, LITERALLY TRIPPING OVER A KNIFE AT HIS RESIDENCE. The_real_prince_charming

Zane's Point Of View By the time I made it back to the dorm, the sun had dipped low beyond the forest, casting long shadows through the hallway windows. The floor tiles glowed gold, but none of that warmth reached me. I opened the door slowly, hoping Charlie wouldn’t be there. He was. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, munching on a bag of honey crisps and flipping through a glowing hologram scroll. The moment he saw my face, he dropped everything.

He's grown up as a friend to me but an enemy to his parents. He was born autistic and his journey since has been rough. That was until we all met at a cafe and he recognised me. He was intently delightful go work as a p**n star. He just wanted a good base and an income to walk away from his household. And here he is as one of my favorite subordinates in my studio. And no, I have no company to work under. I worm solo and solo only. And so does he. Charlie is a different case all together. He is a child of prophecy. A gifted sexy bomb to serve all of the mankind and give them legit boners lasting for several hours. That was exaggerated, but it's nonetheless a good truth.