Fat Charlie Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Behaving ourselves, we made our way to the back, only one of the booths was empty and taking off our coats we took our seats. Zarian, the young fae man who worked here, walked over to us. He was probably a good few decades older than us, but he looked as if he was not a day over twenty. Muscled, lean, beautiful violet eyes and black silky hair that held a purple hue to it, that fell to his shoulders. "And hello ladies, it's been a few months. How are you both? Looking as ravishing as ever." "Hello Zarian, we are well, thank you." Charlene said, as I smiled slightly. "Can we get two mugs of hot chocolate?"

He still looked so handsome in protective gear. Charlie thought the orange hat fit him well. Taylor: [So, are there any guy interns there? They better be ugly as fuck.] Charlie laughed. She caught Dawn’s attention and some of the employees at the pantry. After Dawn gave her a curious look, Charlie showed Taylor’s message. Dawn remarked, “He is making sure no one will steal you away.” She replied to Taylor: [Well, there are cute guys from Halliport University.] Taylor took his time to reply. Charlie had finished her meal by the time he messaged back: [Well, there are some pretty hot chicks here too. :P I know you are lying.]

I scoffed. “I was jerking off at twelve, I could have made babies,” He argued, looking rather pleased with his logic. We stayed that way, side by side, for a long while. My eyes scanned the room for Zella. A frown creased my forehead when I couldn't find my wife. There was no sign of those golden curls I would know anywhere. My muscles tensed as I did another quick scan of the hall. “... Really, thanks, man. For the party. Got me out of the house for a bit. I was starting to lose my mind…” Charlie rambled on and on, but I had tuned him out. Something was not right.

Charlie said, "Mama, I saw a person in the elevator who looked like Chris a lot!" Anne was surprised. "Really?" "Uh-huh!" Charlie nodded seriously and said, "They looked exactly the same! And that guy is so tall! "

And then Old Madam Shelby replied for Charlie, "People become thin when they are sick, and they will naturally gain weight when they recover." Mrs. Larson nodded. "You're right, mother." "Come on, Charlie. Have some snacks first." Old Madam Shelby handed him a cookie. "Penny has just made these, and it's delicious." "Thank you, Grandma." Charlie took it but handed it to Meredith. "Edith, you can have it." That cookie was given to Charlie by Old Madam Shelby, so Meredith did not dare to accept it. She hurriedly took a piece from the plate and said, "I have one here. Let's eat it together."

For the next three days I help nurse Sebastian back to health and he always gets so irritated when i come to serve him that it makes my wolf laugh. “Did I tell you I want soup, let me be!,” he growls . “Alpha please just have a little bit, it’s your medicine and your mom wants you to take it so you can get better.” He would grunt and take the soup from me behaving like a five year old in distress. Once he gets better we finally start preparations for Charlie’s 18th birthday party, sending out invitations to over three hundred guests. “I don’t like this hairstyle, it’s so ugly !” Charlie frowns at the maid.

“Shit!,” “I slept with Damien Black!,”

But staying out in the open and receiving air has always been a good way to ward off bad vibes. Charlie attends a part time school, hence the reason she is still at school at the age of twenty-five, the same can’t be said for her sister though, at the age of Twenty-six Vicky is already head of finance at the black fur company, and a model at that, her pictures were hung on bill boards, and she’s even appeared on television. ‘and all I do is to fight at my spare time’ Charlie thinks to herself. Black fur used to be her father’s company, until the inevitable happened. It’s been long but she still thinks about it, the way people didn’t even care, it was like she was the only one who had ever la

Who needs these cowardly, snotty chickens, afraid of their own shadow? HE heard it before... their bedroom through the wall from his living room. Hot stuff… groovy. HE doubted very much that this big-eyed bastard was so good in bed. She just loves to fuck, it's obvious! HE liked to hear her do it. It's Dear Charlie that modestly plugs her ears or turns up the sound of the TV to drown out her moans. Although HE knows what kind of thoughts Charlie himself has ... let him not pizdit - foul thoughts, what is there ...

A shadow dropped from the rafters, landing with the grace of a cat, between Dante and us. “You okay, kid?” “Charlie?” My eyes beamed open. “In the flesh,” he laughed. He didn't look anything like the frail man at the hospital. He wasn't dressed as a janitor this time. He wore a bulletproof vest and had a shotgun in his hands. Even Jose was surprised. “Didn't I tell you, kid? The ghost always leaves a trail,” Charlie said without looking back. “I've been waiting years for this rat to come back.” “You're a dead man, Charlie,” Dante hissed, his finger tightening on the trigger. “Both you and the girl,” he said.