Fat Charlie Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

I couldn’t sleep anyway, I’d be better off helping the others downstairs and I had a big hint that Kane wouldn’t be in that room for long. As soon as I swerved into the living room, my annoyance told me that I wasn’t ready for what I saw. Dash and Hilda were seated in the living room, surrounding Charlie who had emptied the contents of the duffel bag and was using some pincers to examine them with illumination from his torchlight. They turned pale when they saw me and reluctantly got on their feet. Charlie didn’t seem to notice because he was nudging his glasses, pointing a flashlight onto what looked like a… was that wolfsbang?

Charlie turned around I was leaning against the island, elbows resting on the counter with my tits jutting forward, beckoning him for a taste "Happy birthday, Baby." I smiled seductively. Mr. Charlie laughed a shy little chuckle, hastily setting the plates down with a clatter and stepped toward me without a word, quickly grabbing the sides of both breasts, hoisting them up high to meet his face and took the frosting covered teats into his mouth one at a time.

So I snatched my hand back and apologised, “I see my father's asking for me. Let's continue this chat later, shall we?” “Sure,” Charlie's smile went from friendly to creepy. “We'll talk later. Shall we meet at…?” I didn't hear the rest because Hunter was in the danger zone: close enough to hear and be heard. So I scampered off. An hour into the party, fatigue caught up. All the smiling and dodging sexy Hunter and creepy Charlie was eroding me from inside. I took a plate of sandwiches and retired to an inconspicuous corner. I was quietly chewing, observing the energetic, alcohol-driven were-folk, when a familiar scent swarmed in.

But i promised jay never to go back there and the little Baby need someone to keep an eye on her. I spend my days wondering around waiting for jay, sitting with ari then waiting for jay again. I'll eat and wait for him to come in and scold me about my bad eating habits, i skip showering since i have no energy to spare. I'm just tired, exhausted and so tired of being this tired. Hailey and her little are getting on my nerves too, that girl is so fake i don't see how hailey can tolerate her. She tried talking to me once but i snapped unable to take her fake everything.

Taking a DNA test report out, Charlie then replied, “There’s no way that could be. As proof, I know that I had been intoxicated when I first met you on the nineteenth floor of that hotel… After I dragged you into bed, well… You know what happened. By the time I got up, however, you were gone… Ring any bells?” After he said that, the atmosphere somehow grew even more pressuring…! By this point, Xavia didn’t even dare to look Zivon in the eye anymore…! That aside, how could Charlie have known all that? Had she not known that it was a bunch of lies, she’d surely be tricked by this man too!

Harvey smiled at Charlie and the others after gulping ten whole glasses of Drink of Life in a single go. “Everyone, please!” “Let me take a break! We’ll have a rest!” Charlie felt extremely horrible at this moment. He would not dare to move a single inch. He was afraid that he might not be able to control his bowels because of it. Harvey chuckled. “You can’t lift your glass? Let me help you!” Harvey smiled while lifting a glass of liquor and poured it in Charlie’s mouth while forcing it open. “Blaargh!” Charlie could not hold it any longer. He vomited all over the place. His consciousness collapsed. He also could not control his bladder any longer.

As Tess looked in the mirror she was met with a round face, chubby cheeks, and dark circles that had formed from years of sleep deprivation under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled unruly mess of dark brown curls framing her face and resting just under her shoulders. Not to long, not to short of a length, her eyes looked more green today the hazel had a tint of red dirt brown along the black ring and green in the inner part. Depending on the light and her clothes her eyes would change from green to a light brown. She stood at 5’11 which has always been considered tall for a girl and weighed a whopping 363lbs. Most people guessed she was around 250lbs as she still had an hour glass figure and c

Herschel replied, “It’s rare locally, and they don’t want old men, but the foreigners like it. It’s their fetish.” “Alright then. Send the father and son there. They could be each other’s company by the way. “Right, explain it to Zac too. Make him understand that he has his audacious brat to thank for how he ended up today!” Ending the call, Javier gestured with his hand as though he was holding a gun and curled his finger in a shooting motion at Charlie, who was on the bed and could not even get down, frightening the latter into shuddering. Charlie felt that Javier…was probably bluffing. Whether that was the case or not, he would find out soon.

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.

“Mama. Daddies. I have someone who wants to meet you.” Charlie’s eyes immediately open and she sits up slightly. She holds her hands out to the nurse who gently hands our first pup to Charlie. Her face is full, baby fat causing little rolls and divots in her wrinkled skin. She has a head full of blond hair. Her eyes are closed, a small yawn escaping her lips. I have the sudden certainty that if she opened her eyes, they would look like a raincloud. She mine and Charlie’s biological pup, meaning that our son is Zak and Charlie’s. It really doesn’t matter, but it is nice to know who they’ll look like.