Emily From Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

The call went through on the second ring “Elijah. I want the footage from the restaurant. Every hallway camera, cross-check for unknown individuals. Anyone not on the guest list and pull Intel on the caballos, the contis, and anybody else with a death wish.” “Yes, sir," Elijah replied without hesitation. I hung up and parked at an old bridge I didn't know for how long I stood there for, but I later ended up booking a hotel ** The next morning, I met Emery at the balcony, drinking coffee from the mugs I had kept for her, but she froze, and I knew something was wrong the moment she stopped breathing. Emery sat across from me, her fingers frozen around her coffee mug, her skin draining of all c

He doesn't realize that by threatening the South, he has given me the one thing I was missing: a reason to be ruthless. I am halfway down the hall when my phone buzzes. It's a restricted number, but the caller ID flickered with a location tag: Oakhaven Grand Hotel. I step into the quiet of the workshop and answer. "Hello?" "Zara? It’s Emily. I’m in the service stairwell of the hotel." Her voice is thin, shaking with a mix of fury and fear. "I just overheard Elara and your stepmother... they’re in the suite next to the Council chambers."

"Sorry, but you see what I did there?" "Yes, stupid. I see what you did." She giggled. How do I tell her that I found my chosen one. "Don't worry. He found his chosen one." Layla spoke up. My eyes almost popped out of my head. Ember's going to kill me. "Um, hello?" Ember's voice sounded awkward. "I'm sorry, Ember. I didn't mean to be a part of your private conversation, but Ash was just so nervous. My name is Layla. I'm Larminiel's daughter."

ISABELLA The reception is loud in the way expensive things always are—curated, choreographed, relentless. Aurelia has had her hand at my elbow for the past forty minutes, steering me from one cluster of guests to the next like I am something she has just acquired and cannot wait to show. This is Isabella, Dante's wife. She is lovely, isn't she? Every smile I give costs me something. Every nod. Every gracious thank you for the congratulations I didn't ask for.

She hit her head hard. "What was I thinking?" "What did you say?" Professor Jennings asked. She thought she was talking to the professor. The cheers from the crowd became louder. "Did you see de Silva's jersey?" One of the girls from the back said. "He already has a gilffriend. Fuck!" The other said. "Who's that ugly Emily?!" Shouted the other. Emily can't believe what she's looking at. Peter's jersey has a big white tape at the back which covers his last name. On the tape has a phrase written in black ink. It's says "EMILY'S BF" in bold letters.

"You are all trash. You can't even find Emily." Terry and Nick loathed Rose's rude behavior. If not for Derek, they wouldn't bother talking to her. They walked to their cars and put the fishing tools in the trunks. "I remember now, Terry." Nick suddenly grabbed Terry. "Buddy, what do you remember?" Terry asked. "Miss Mermaid is Emily, the eldest daughter of the Hodkinson family. She was very famous in upper-class society, so I felt she looked very familiar," Nick told Terry. Rose heard this and rushed over. "You've seen Emily. Where is she?"

"Now let me go before I call the guards." Panic races through me. I can't lose her. Gripping her shoulders, I gaze deeply into her eyes. "You know you don't love Roman. I'm your true mate, Emily. I always have been." For a second, her stern mask seems to crack. But then she shoves me back forcefully. "You are nothing to me," she states flatly. "Not anymore. I know exactly who and what you are, Dorian. Your tricks won't work." I stare at her in bewilderment. Tricks? What is she talking about? Did she know about me and Lilly?

Zack asked, always curious about Emily's true identity. Since Amber brought Emily to this house, she had never told or explained Emily's real background. So Zack was truly left wondering who Emily really was. Is it true that Emily is an omega? Zack felt the need to uncover this. So far, Amber had always concealed Emily's background and where she found her last before bringing her to live in this house. Zack desperately needed answers to his curiosity. Now Zack had an additional task: to trace Emily's past before meeting Amber.

Hazel eyed me suspiciously, but took my hand and let me lead her inside. Tommy nodded to a table at my right, and I nodded back to thank him as I led Hazel toward the table. “What are we doing?” she asked, sounding a little alarmed as she realized I was walking her toward a table where a random old woman sat. “Hazel, this is Emilia. Her daughter was the nurse that helped you escape,” I said gently. Hazel’s eyes widened, and she sat down across from the woman. I sat beside her. My mate leaned across the table. “What was her name?” she asked. “Lucille.” The woman smiled sadly.

“What do you mean by barely? Dante what is going on?” “Emily has been involved in a lot of…bad things, shameful things even,” I held his gaze. “Things that you did not teach us whilst growing up. It saddens me to say this, but she is not the daughter you once knew and loved.” “How?” How do I tell him that his own daughter killed the one person he considered a close friend? “Emily was practicing black magic behind our backs,” he took a sharp intake of breath. “and she was expelled from the Witches’ Academy by Ellemea three months ago.”