Frank Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Apparently, after Hazel Malone became a popular influencer those days, she should have made a lot of money. Thus, their family could buy the No. 11 Villa. Hazel did not say anything to prevent Harvey York from pestering them. However, she could not hold back anymore after being provoked by Harvey today. Harvey was taken aback for a moment after hearing those words “Fragrant Hill Villa”. He then smiled and said, “I’ll go there too because I’m also responsible for safeguarding Yvonne Xavier.”

I guess I will have to do this. I forced a smile at him and slipped my fingers through his and twined them together. "Ready." Then we walked out. The hotel was lavish. The corridors were more royal than the corridors in the royal castle, my home. Every corner was decorated with valuable decor. There were sculptures and fountains on each floor. We took the stairs because we were on the second floor. "Let me." Fenriz rushed to pull the chair for me. This gentlemanly behaviour was grating on my nerves. I knew his true face. And it's not like because he has feelings for me so he stopped being an animal. The truth is, Fenriz still summoned wives of other members of the flesh trade syndicate and r

"I'll be fine, thanks. Just a bit of a twist." Francis immediately offered his arm. "Let me help you. We can get you to a hospital or...wherever you need to go." I hesitated for a moment, but the pain in my ankle was starting to throb. I accepted his assistance, and as we walked, he casually mentioned, "I'm staying at the Grand Hotel de la Lune. It's quite nice." My curiosity was piqued. The Grand Hotel de la Lune was the most luxurious hotel in Moon Pack, catering to the wealthy and elite. What was Francis doing there? He didn't seem like the typical guest, dressed in his modest attire.

Once every minor detail is fine-tuned, everyone heads out to their posts and prepares for a night of action. The Prohibition hotel is a grand looking place. Growing up, Santana and I were too poor to stay in a hotel; nonetheless, leave our tiny apartment in one of the worst New York slums unless it was for work or school. Once I joined the Confradia, and I could afford to travel, I took advantage, traveled around the world and stayed in five-star hotels. However, this hotel is like nothing I’ve ever seen. The whole inside is decorated in white and glass. The floors and walls are white marble with white curtains, and the furniture is white with glass tables, dividers, countertops, lamps and w

The hotel offers an extensive list of pay-per-view sex flixks. He choosed one called "Suck girls No. 18" He order it. The movie has no plot, just an endless series of guys cumming on chicks' faces. 10 minutes flies by. A knock comes at the door. He opened it. Franca struted by him without saying a word. She was looking sexy as ever in her tight, gray business suit and black high heels. She reminded him of Sara Palin, except with bigger tits and red hair. When he close the door behind him, She looked him over from head to toe.

He did save her life and someday she would repay him. “Can you come over?” Jayson’s voice wasn’t happy and a little annoyance could be traced. Is he angry? “Where?” Arabella replied. “Hotel Zeus.” Jayson said. This hotel belonged to Hansen’s Group. It’s the second biggest hotel in Capital Z next to Sky owned hotels. “Sure, I’ll be there.” Arabella replied after Jayson had given the time. He wanted to meet her in the afternoon. After her work, she went to Hotel Zeus.

However, the man crouched before her, his gaze fixed upon her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped as recognition flickered in her eyes. "You..." "You remember me," he acknowledged, revealing his face as he removed his mask. "Zain Black," she whispered in shock, the name hanging in the air like a haunting revelation. He was there to take her with him. "Hello, Hazel," Zain greeted in a chilling whisper. The next moment, he delivered a sharp slap, and Hazel crumpled, unconscious, her world fading into darkness. The forest, once echoing with chaos, fell silent in the aftermath of a series of betrayals and revelations.

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.

You're dead meat! "Ah!" Sandra exclaimed out loud in fear. "Damian, this is terrible! The Grand Cosmo hotel is owned by Franklin Group, and the 'Mr. Webb' he just spoke to has to be the chairman, Mr. Franklin Webb! What should we do?" When Damian heard that, he grinned mischievously and said, "Oh, is Franklin Webb coming too? That saves us a lot of trouble. "Sandra, have you had lunch? Shall we go in and enjoy ourselves, then?"

"Are you leaving?" "Yup, I got to attend to something. It has been long since I put the Fuck Hotel to good use." Damien said, winking. The actual name of the hotel was Grandees, the most expensive hotel in the state and owned by him. Fuck Hotel was what the boys called it because that was where Damien takes most of his one night stands too. He bid his friends goodbye and left the VIP section of the club. Damien looked around, trying to find the stripper with the big ass. He spotted her at a corner near the bar.