Charlie's Dad Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

"Dad, this is Charlie. He's a friend. Charlie, this is my dad, Keith." Charlie cleared his throat, collecting himself again. "It's… uh, nice to meet you." My dad narrowed his eyes again. "What's your relationship with my daughter?" "I just told you," I bit out. "He's my friend." Charlie simply nodded. "Oh really? Then who's the guy upstairs?"

Charlie said, grabbing Ben’s hand eagerly. Jamie expected Ben to decline, but to her surprise, he nodded and joined them. As they walked, neighbors passing by smiled warmly, mistaking them for a family. At first, Charlie was all smiles, but as time went on, his mood shifted. He grew quiet, trailing behind with his head down. “What’s wrong, Charlie?” Jamie knelt to his level, noticing his change in demeanor. Charlie looked at Ben with teary eyes, his voice trembling with sadness. “I really wish Uncle Ben could be my dad, but I’ve never met my dad and Uncle Ben isn’t him.”

"He’s out for work, but he promises to come back soon. Your dad will bring you more meat! I promise we’ll have a barbecue party when he gets home." His eyes lit up, and he gave me a pinky finger promise. "Promise." "I promise." Charlie's face suddenly filled with sadness. I couldn’t help but ask him why. "What's wrong? Do you feel something? Pain? Do you have a headache or tummy ache?" I asked, worried, but his face remained gloomy. "It's not that, Mom. I'm just worried because last night I dreamed about Dad," he said, starting to cry. "I dreamed that he was gone. He was soaked with blood, and he fell to the ground."

*** JAMES “You’ve completely lost your fucking marbles, mate,” Charlie moped sauce from his mouth with a napkin. He gaped at me like I had asked him to kill the queen. “I can’t abduct…” he lowered his voice as he leaned closer to me across the table, “can’t kidnap your dad.” I grinned at him. “You say it like it’s a bad thing. I only want you to detain him for a few days, not go all Primal Fear on his ass.”

he tossed back over his shoulder as he stepped into his bedroom. “You’re my son,” Charlie replied. “Whether you like it or not, you are my heir in every way.” He laughed as he walked to the kitchen. Heath shut his bedroom door and locked it, growling low in his throat. He pushed the heat of his anger away as he showered and dressed, freezing it into a hard jagged lump within his chest. Charlie was gone when Heath returned to the kitchen. He hesitated and then turned the kettle back on. Whilst it boiled, he wet a tea towel and filled it with ice cubes.

"Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records." I only bothered sending this message to ensure that I had evidence to back myself up. Besides, the hospital had completed its end of the paperwork for Dad's death certificate. Weren't their systems connected internally? How could they claim we owed them money when he was already dead? That made no sense at all.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

"My dad was sitting by the kitchen doors, and you said he was fine where he was. My brother got pulled from the wedding party, and you said Theo looked better up there. My dad's name disappeared from the program, and you said he wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing." I went through it piece by piece, my voice level the whole time. He couldn't argue with a single one. Dad closed the lid on the repaired chest. The new clasp clicked softly into place. "Mr. Chambers," Dad said. "My daughter isn't looking for compensation. She just wants her family to be treated like they matter." Elliott's fingers tightened at his sides. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and I watched the color drain

"Sir, today is the tenth day. The fire house is so hot, no person could endure it for this long." Yesterday's smell had led the housekeeper to guess the truth. He must be tormented inside, knowing that just a few hundred yards away lay a decomposing corpse. Imagine how sickening that knowledge must be. "Yes, Dad," Amber chimed in. "Scarlett must have reflected on her mistakes by now. Please let her out." Hearing Amber's words, my father's expression softened immediately. "Very well, if that's what you want." He turned back to Edward, his tone dismissive. "When she comes out, inform her that I've canceled her cards. She can get a job and earn her own money from now on. I don't have room in th