Hazbin Hotel Addict Novels & Stories

I looked at him, and I waited for another image to pop on my screen, which it did. The image of the house popped again, and I said, “Hotel. Hazbin hotel. Goldsmith cash. Hazbin hotel.” He didn’t understand that I said then he was dumb. Too dumb to be a healer, he tapped furiously on the screen of his phone he was going to break it, and it was certain. He showed me an image of a big building with the name ‘Hazbin hotel.’ On it, I nodded with excitement, and he smiled too. We had finally come to an agreement, and it was so fulfilling.

Harry was flabbergasted and didn't know to respond to the accusation that was just thrown at him. "Uggggh you little brat how dare you." but he couldn't say that or else he would just getting himself in more trouble. "Well..... morning Sab." "Morning big brother. happy you are still with us." Brandon now just listened to the drama happening because he knew he didn't have control anymore after all when it came to his precious daughter he would always bent the rules for her and he had to tell her about the engagement he planned for her. He took a deep breath and braced himself for this piece of news.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

“It’s horribly addictive and fairly cheap. That must be why it’s gaining such popularity with young Betas.” “What else have you heard, Penny?” Victor asked. “I need to know more before I can try to shut it down.” Penny sipped her juice. “My cousin goes to school at Hayburg U. He knows other kids who use it. They told him it gives you a feeling of euphoria while giving you energy.” Her eyes widened. “He also said It makes some of the people who use it violent. They hallucinate and harm themselves or anyone who tries to help them.”

I love babies. who aren't annoying. "Next." I said. "Last and the most important one." She said as I kept my attention on her. "Addiction." She said as I looked at her with a confused face cause what type of addiction. I surely don't have an addiction. "Like what?" I asked. "Drugs, smoking and drinking till you pass out." She said as I completely went silent. I fucked up bad...... Zeeshant you piece of shit didn't even understand her staying away from you while you were smoking. Dumb, you dumb.

Ann hamburger is her name. She's tall and has a perfect body shape that every man admires; big ass, big boobs. She has well tanned skin and long red hair that reached the level of her back. She’s a twenty six years old woman and people who don't know her might think that she is eighteen due to her flawless and tender body structure. She is twenty six years old and a sex addict. Her body is highly sensitive to every man or woman’s touch to the extend that she finds it hard to control herself nor her sexual desire. Her boyfriend had dumped her during the weeks because he had caught her cheating on him numerous times and when she tried to explain to him, he didn’t care to listen so she had no c

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

My mouth was dry and I felt like crying. "It went on for years, Dear, starting from when he was sixteen. Then, there was all these debts building up from his addiction. Sometimes even strange men would come around demanding money or dropping him off at the doorstep..." her voice faded into the background but was still the peak of my interest. I looked up from her to the room around me and met a pair of familiar light blue eyes staring back. Zac was standing at the door, his smile was wide and his eyes carefree, and I knew that even if I tried to smile, he would know that something was wrong anyway.

Positioning him right where I wanted him. “What the fuck is so addictive about this pussy that it drives me crazy?” he asked as his fingers slipped inside, the palm of his hand pressing against my clit. “The obnoxious mouth that comes with it?” He let out a low chuckle, his hand curling and drawing my hips off the seat. Sadly, it was then we pulled back up to the hotel and he removed his hand, making me whimper. If I didn’t watch it, I was bound to become addicted to him. Which, considering he was going to kill me, was a very bad idea.