Female Adam Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. She didn’t look up. “She’s in her room, where she should be. Away from this mess. It seems to me that you guys work from work. She went to her room after that. At least she is no longer causing me trouble and my son is no longer sleeping in the guest room.” Her room. Not our Luna’s room, not Sienna's suite, not with Damon. Just her room. That was the second red flag. “Why was Damon sleeping in the guest room?”

The day after the incident at Hamilton Hotel, Jasmine got all dolled up and went to the presidential suite at Anderson Hotel to meet with Ada in the afternoon. Ada was far from surprised at her visit, even a bit dismissive. After all, in her eyes, this chick was nowhere near Kira in terms of style, charisma or banter. Not even close. If it weren’t for the fact that she was from the Anderson Group, she probably wouldn’t give this superficial woman the time of day.

"The constant warmth in here makes it livable for them. The hotel buys caterpillars every now and then and brings them here to live. The butterflies make this room quite relaxing; I come here often. "It's so beautiful in here." "Not as beautiful as you," Adam smiled at me, making me blush. We continued to walk through the garden house. Just as Adam said, it was relaxing. "I'm sorry about Amber's behavior tonight. "No need to apologize. However, I am curious how the two of you are friends." "You know, I have no idea." Adam laughed. As much as she drives me crazy, it's a good thing." "I suppose it can be a good thing. To a certain extent."

I'm worried that the little girl is alone; there are also bars and restaurants here, afraid that someone is drunk or something dangerous. "Mas Suma, can I just accompany her? I'm worried," I said, getting ready to stand up. He pressed my arm to make me sit back down. "No need Aunt! Amelia often comes here, really. So I already know it!" Amelia said regardless of what I said. She immediately waved and hurried away. I frowned, surprised. As a rule, she likes company. Ahh, maybe she wants to be alone. "Never mind let her go. This hotel belongs to Damian, a member of Club 21. So don't worry. I'm a member here. Those at the front also know Amelia. Don't worry!" said Mr. Kusuma.

I pull back and scrunch my nose. He ruffles my hair as he does our cocker spaniel, and slaps me on the back. As if I need another reason—besides being the same bra size since ninth grade—for him to think I’m a little kid. “This is Jaden,” Adam says, gesturing toward me. “This is Cade.” I turn to gaze up at him when something catches my attention. A long-legged blonde staggers toward us from the far hallway. Adam smiles. “And this is Sadie.”

The kissed heated up, and soon enough, she was underneath him as he kissed his way down her neck. “Joy, any man who’d cheat on you is scum of the earth,” he said as he kissed her belly button. “You have to know that.” “Mmm, I do now.” She shimmied a little, her eyes closed. When Adam pulled her jeans down to her ankles and kissed her inner thigh, nothing else needed to be said at all. The stubble on his jaw scraped against her sensitive skin, and he stroked and caressed her legs. He kissed the inside of her knee, and he kissed a small scar on her shin. He traced a few stray hairs she’d missed shaving on her ankle. He even kissed her brightly painted toes, neon orange, courtesy of Grace.

Although he asked that coolly, he couldn't control the loud thumping of his heart. Olivia who didn't know the question was a trap casually answered, "I'm not that abnormal" she looked at him with a disgusting face, "to kiss a fellow man and then do that stuff with him?" Although it will be amazing to kiss a man and do the other with him but with her current gender, she can't say that out loud and have to play her part well, ew, and that was what she said, "ew." Kane's heart was in jubilation when he heard that and saw the disgusted look on his face but deep inside, he felt a touch of loneliness, there goes his chance of ever being with him.

Author’s POV **20 YEARS LATER...** **Blue Stars Hotel – Private Room 203** The heavy bass from the hotel bar vibrated through the walls as laughter and loud music filled the air. Inside Private Room 203, things had turned ugly. A young woman named Hazel Lett was backed against the wall, her eyes wide with terror. Three drunk men surrounded her, their hands grabbing at her clothes. One of them laughed loudly as he ripped her thin top, tearing it to shreds. Another pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket and started cutting her jeans.

The luxurious Youth Hotel towered above the city skyline, its 47 floors a beacon of opulence and excess. Inside, the grand lobby buzzed with excited chatter as a new batch of participants arrived for the latest season of the reality show "Youth Hotel." Among them was Przemek, an 18-year-old with tousled brown curls and a mischievous glint in his green-gray eyes. He scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on his girlfriend Amelia, her green eyes meeting his with a shy smile.

I couldn't read the head sign but with its structure, I suddenly knew it was a hotel. Gamma Liam slanted closer to me and undid my seatbelt. “Get down,” he ordered. Shaking my head profusely, “I can’t. I don’t want to be in a hotel.” Tears welled up in my eyes. What does he want to do with me here? I’d heard about the negative experiences most female Omegas faced in hotels. They were forced to give their bodies to men, and because we didn’t have a voice, they couldn't report the abuses.