Charlie Morningstar Hazbin Hotel Novelas e Histórias

“Waiter!” Charlie waves at the nearest male server. While Charlie is busy giving the server our orders, I also occupied myself scanning all corners of the place. I had to know the ins and outs of the building in case things could go south. The grand lobby of the hotel shimmered with elegance, marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. “Do you have additional orders, babe? I ordered all your favorite foods, but I’m not sure if you still crave them because of what happened last night.” Charlie asks.

“What do you want?” “You’re welcome, by the way,” Charlie drawled. “And I don’t want anything, except a return to equilibrium in the neighborhood. Oh, and Sam Kimball’s head on some kind of spike, or possibly mounted on a plaque. I used to do some taxidermy in my younger —” “Oh my fucking gods, shut up,” I choked, bile rushing up at the image of pretty little fucking evil Charlie humming a tune as he cheerfully stuffed Kimball’s skull with cotton balls. “No more. Please.”

With a smirk on his face, he asked, “Do you know who I am summoning? I’m summoning one of Albert Rhodes’s Four Great Guardians! Jayden Marquez!” Charlie laughed upon hearing those words. “Good! I shall wait. Honestly, I think that you should summon more. Since today is your daughter and Mr. Turk Scotson’s wedding, it’s advisable to bring more people to the event to build up the cheerful atmosphere.” “You really want to die young…” Mr. Morningstar was trembling in fury as the phone call connected, and he immediately shouted his demand. “Chief Jay! Quickly make your way here to the Hilton Hotel! I want this b*stard dead!”

Charlene acknowledged him by nodding back. Livingston wasn't sure if Charlene and Thorne were acquainted. Charlene and Thorne had never met, as far as he knew, despite Thorne having visited PrimeStar to talk about teaming. Livingston felt Charlene didn't know Thorne because she didn't acknowledge him, so he introduced them. In Starfall City, Helena Ross was looking forward to a visit from some Portland relatives. That morning, Charlene had just concluded a meeting when the charming old lady Helena called to extend an invitation to lunch.

Lucy meant the statement as a joke but Charlie cocked his head and his facial features grimaced, “Oh, I really gotta blow someone?” “No, not blow, hunnie, i want you to Fuck, an Incubus, until he is drunk on lust and spills the beans,” Valaria spouted the words as if it was a carefully laid plan, “Oh, an Incubus? I’ve heard they are pretty good at making Panthers come,” Charlie once again shook his head, “I’m so in, but you’re paying,” Lucy pointed to her Alpha who nodded, “Go take a bath, I’ll make the call, shall we say midnight?”

Jack said as he went to the other side of the kitchen to start cooking lunch. Charlie, without answering, started to cut all the necessary ingredients. After a few hours of continuous cooking, Charlie and Jack finished Amelia’s lunch right on time. Another few hours had passed and it was already nighttime. Charlie finished helping with dinner and was about to return to his room in the servants’ area when he sees Damian walking in the hallway. He bowed his head and greeted his master when he passed by him. He then walked to the room that he shares with Jack and went to the bathroom to take a quick bath. While wiping his hair with a towel, he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. He open

“Fair. But also he’s a walking magical encyclopedia. And I’m tired.” “Fine,” Cheyenne said with a sigh. “But I’m calling dibs on popcorn duty if this turns into one of his classic cryptic lectures.” “Deal.” Twenty Minutes Later… Charlie arrived in a shimmer of gold and smoke, stepping through the protective wards like they were silk curtains. He was dressed in his usual charcoal robes, long silver hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and a calm expression that never boded well. “Well,” he said, taking in the room with a slow glance. “Either someone found a new prophecy, or you accidentally opened a portal to the underworld again.”

I turned to Charlie, "pack is a trigger word, when I said it, his eyes cleared and agreed with my suggestion. We walked into the kitchen and to no surprise that is where everyone is, Charlie heads for Nonna and gives her a hug, then to Luna Rose only to turn and have a plate of food shoved at her by Nonna, she smiles and sits next to Antonia and across from a girl we do not know. Charlie leans over and kisses Antonia on the cheek and then smiles sweetly at the blonde girl across the table, "hi I'm Luna Charlie, or just Charlie is fine, I'm Luna Rose's daughter." Antonia speaks up, "eldest daughter," she smiles at Charlie and Charlie sticks her tongue out at her. I sit next to Charlie with

Grace said grumpily, "Your mother has gone too far! I'm only giving you a few days. Find a way to get her out of here!" "No problem!" Then Charlie got his hand into Grace's underwear. "What a cheek!" Grace grumbled. Charlie snorted, but his hand didn’t stop. ... As the night got deeper, Grace fell asleep. Charlie was thirsty, so he wore his bathrobe and went to the living room to get water. However, a dark figure in the living room made him gasp. "Who's there?" he asked. A tender female voice replied, "It's me." It turned out that the dark figure was Hailee.

He was haunted with nausea as he dwelled on his decision of the day and contemplated getting up in order to chug down some probiotics and an anti-hangover himself, although he had drunk minimally through the difficult dinner with his parents. Charlie had been too smugly pleased to cause problems, but it had laid there on the table between the three of them, that Heath and the Triquetra would be surrendering Aislen at the end of the week. It didn’t matter that Heath believed in his reasons for his choice, Charlie considered it a win and that f-king chafed.