Frank Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

But she was a little afraid and so she moved closer to Tristan who was standing far off, a glass of wine in his hands and a blank cold stare in his eyes. He hadn't moved since I was thrown on the floor. But his eyes remained on me. "How dare you come into my home and lay your filthy hands on my guest?” Regina crossed her arms. “Guest? Is that what you’re calling her? She’s a cheap whore who belongs to Tristan, and we’ve come to collect her.” A chill ran down my spine as my eyes landed on Tristan once again. For the first time since I saw him, his face wasn't so blank. No, he had a smile on his face. A weird and sadistic smile.

A slow smile grew over her face as she delicately took hold of the mic, bringing it close to her lips. “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. “I own the Hotel.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What…?” “Of course,” Valeria said casually, as though she hadn’t upended the entirety of pack society with that one sentence. “VR Limited.” She smirked at Harrison. “I’m the V.”

This was beginning to feel more intolerable. “And the other one?” “Elon Hernandez. His family owns the world’s 5-star hotels. Including the Burj Al Arab in Dubai.” “So let me get this straight… Z4, is like a big gang made of 4 richest kids in this whole school?” Elijah asked, amusement and excitement flashing on his face. For a second, I was taken aback because there was no way this was exciting. It wasn't even on the threshold of excitement. “That sums it up, yes.” Henry nodded while he stole glances around us just to make sure that none heard what he had said. Again.

His dark smirk made him look like a mysterious character straight out of a novel. “Morning. Are you staying at this hotel too?” I asked. “Oh yes. It’s the best hotel in Chicago,” he replied casually. I nodded. This was the same hotel Hazel had insisted on, and I’d agreed because, well, I wanted to splurge a little. “Where’s your girl gang?” he asked. “Well, Hazel had to leave for an emergency, and Fiora also had a family emergency,” I explained. “So, you’re alone?” he asked, stepping a little too close for comfort. His cologne—a mix of woodsy and earthy notes—hit me. A shiver ran down my spine under his intense gaze.

“The hotel bills.” “What bills?” “You haven’t checked your credit card? Been in contact with your mother’s hotel?” I grab my phone. The moment I see the dollar signs, my jaw tightens. “What is this?” I snap. “You should thank Hazel.” “For what?” My voice rises. “What could she possibly spend millions of dollars on?” “She bought the hotel boutique. Threw parties. Did charity work. You know. The usual.” he can't even fight the chuckle from slipping out at this.

- In Room 1008 of Ninedell Hotel, Hubert was wearing only a bathrobe as he lay sprawled on bed, enjoying Olive Perkin's massage while holding up a phone. "You don't sound too pleased, Mr. Sorano," Chaz Graves said from the other end of the line. "Of course I am! We just lost a golden goose, for fuck's sakes!" Hubert cursed out loud and told Chaz everything that had happened. "What?!" Chaz was clearly shocked and repeatedly confirmed that it was the Frank Lawrence he had in mind. Then, musing to himself for a while, he advised calmly "Mr. Sorano, I'd advise you to run right now—Frank is as strong as he is conceited. If I'm not mistaken, he's on his way to you right now!"

Seeing her suddenly embarrassed, Frank’s earlier irritation melted away, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "What? Never stayed in a hotel?" he teased, leaning closer to her. “Or maybe never been in a room with anyone before?” His bold question earned him an eye-roll from Mona. “Boyfriend, huh? It’s not like…” She was about to finish when she noticed Frank’s narrowed eyes and the slight displeasure in his expression. Mona quickly shut her mouth, feeling a sudden pressure, and Frank pulled her toward the hotel entrance. Because it was the last Friday of the month, most rooms were already booked. The only one left was a honeymoon suite.

My handler smiles and then grimaces as he looks at me, “Come on 1005, let’s go.” We all head to our hotel room doors, which are all in a line. All the handlers and security men are named after alphabet letters. My handler is ‘Z’. Z unlocks the door and pushes me inside, “Go to the bathroom.” He orders. I nod and look around the room. The mattresses are stained and there looks to be blood splatter on the wall-this place is a major dump.

Meagan asked Brianna who giggled. “I can hear you!” Hazel said loudly. “Slavery era ended a long time ago.” Brianna replied. “I am stuck with you, Meagan Swift! You deserve all the happiness in the world, so give another man a chance in your life!” Hazel screamed from the rooms “Shut up, Hazel!” Meagan shot back. “We have just ten minutes to call time.” Brianna reminded as she took out a small brush from her bag to redo her hair. Hazel is an iota wolf which means a worker that works at the pack infirmary treating wolves.

Farkas laughed, “Oh, but you are the one who killed me from the very beginning, right? Then you should give me what I want. I want to know where Stefinna is? Where did you take her? Where is she?” Lazaro has no emotion at all, and he gives Farkas an innocent sharp glare, “What? Why are you asking me? I don’t know….” then Lazaro glanced at Madeline and Jake, “Oh, maybe you can ask them.” Madeline’s stare was staring at me the whole time, and I fought back with a stare, and said, “Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think you can scare me?” Madeline replied, “No, I’m wondering why did you guys set us up in this old fucking hotel for a dinner. What do you want from us? Are you looking f