Emily Fallen Angel Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Hey I am a girl and what's wrong with checking out hot guys? Sam: "Whatever" Casie: "By the way is she your girlfriend?" Sam: "What? who?" Casie: "Eva?" Sam: "Casie for god sake. This is not a school where teenagers have crushes and boyfriend and casual flings. It's angels world. It's about love. We are a symbol of love and purity" He dodged my question quite smartly. Casie; "So why we are going to the front lobby area?"

I didn't know if it was love, yet I looked forward to seeing him at school and often trailed behind him, just to catch a glimpse. When I saw him talking to other girls, a strange anger would rise in me, and I resented them. Even in my sleep, Eric appeared in my dreams repeatedly. I went online, trying to make sense of these unusual emotions, and the truth became clear. I had fallen for my college professor. I drifted through my days in a daze, realizing this wasn't just a simple crush. I had fallen for Eric—deeply, passionately, and uncontrollably. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I confessed my feelings to him.

“I’m their family’s personal psychiatrist. By the way, I’m Ginger Peterson. You can call me Dr. Peterson.” “I-I’m Angela Santos, Dr. Peterson.” “Oh, what an Angelic name to be paired with the angel of the demons hahaha!” “Leave now, you psycho.” Lucifer suddenly said to her. “And why are you asking me to leave already, huh? Am I disturbing the two of you here? What are you two actually doing here? Don’t you know that you’re still young to do some naughty things inside this mansion? And you really decided to do it inside this baking room? Why? Because it has a lot of icings? You naughty naughty Prince!”

Emilio: Can you at least tell me how long you're going to be at Deena's? I stared at the screen. Then locked it. No....fuck him. Why should I answer him? He never answered me. I placed my phone down. Buzz. I frowned before picking it back up. One more message. Angel. Angel: Every time I close my eyes I see your face. My lips curled as another message appears. Angel: I need to see you again...soon. That warmth returned to my chest. Me: Tomorrow night. Three dots. Then... Angel: 😊

Evelyn responded. Evelyn turned to face him, her eyes red-rimmed and filled with anguish. “I can’t stay here, Jonathan. I don’t belong in the human world. I need to go back, to where I truly belong.” Jonathan took a step forward, his hands outstretched as if he could physically hold her back. “What about Andrea? What about our daughter? She needs you.” Evelyn’s gaze softened as she looked at the doorway, knowing Andrea was hiding there. “She has you, Jonathan. You’re strong. You can protect her. But I can’t live this lie anymore. I need to be who I am.”

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

excused Emily, leaving her two friends to do their own thing. She went to the bathroom, looking at the attendants. She remembered, when she went to the penguin zoo, all these men in tuxedos that looked like dolls. Until she felt the sky open up, throwing a bright light from where this beautiful monument emerged. It was Angelo arriving in his black suit with a white shirt and shiny tie. In his hand, he carried a glass of whiskey. His face and smooth movements indicated that he was looking for something. Emily realized that it was her. She imagined herself running into his arms, where he would lift her up and spin her in the air, then lay her on his knee and kiss her for hours.

“Well as you both know I went to Hell, literary no pun intended, in order to talk with Lucifer and his dear Council.... still maybe next time I should announce myself before I actually intrude in their home.” “Well you should 'cause I don't want to see you injured again. Got it?” “Yes! As you wish my lady!” “Hahaha! Do you find this funny? If so, I might also find funny the fact that I can tie this bandages very tight without a care.” “No no no! Uhhhh ... please don't? Please?” “I'll think about it.” *A few hours ago* Emily and Emma are busy with their paperwork And I'm heading of to Hell. Since Lucifer might have a clue about what I'm looking for. I mean since he's the first angel created b

I continue strolling around the room as my mind tries to wrap around all the crazy information, I have learned in such a short span of time. Noticing a cracked door, I push it open more to reveal an ensuite bathroom which I eagerly step into, taking a good look at my reflection in the mirror. How in the hell was I, an immortal reborn angel, who was marked and given gifts from GREEK GODS?! This shit was just to fucking crazy, but after everything that had happened, it was the only thing that made sense asides from me just being downright insane. I turn away from the mirror, no longer able to look at myself the same and begin searching for some towels before stepping into the shower. I clean m

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.