Hazbin Hotel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He mercilessly took off his drenched clothing and threw them onto the sofa, glaring at her. The hazy light highlighted his well-defined muscles. Even Hazel couldn't help but let her eyes wander around for a bit. Drops of water fell from his dark hair onto his chest, trailing across his creamy skin and outlining his abs. She blushed. Zac smirked as he shifted his gaze towards her. "Liking the view?" he said coldly. Hazel almost nodded subconsciously. As a fashion designer, she had always been accustomed to seeing great-looking models. However, this was the first time she had seen such a perfect figure.

An evil smile danced on my face. "Hey look, Haze just walked in" Bianca nudged my elbow "I'm leaving" I stood up to leave but Haze spotted me and walked up to me. Haze was 2 years older than me, he was good-looking and quite charming, some of the girls here either wanted him or Warren or Kayden. Haze's signature look was his hairstyle, the base of it was black while the upper part was dyed Electric blue, he also had a slit on his left eyebrows.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.

“Everything is fine. Please don’t worry.” “We will leave in a day for Phantoria.” Zahir said. Zahir had black eyes and hairs too, but he had white highlights at the tips of his relatively short hair. He had a right eyebrow piercing. He had a light moustache and coolly shaped beards. He was well built, tall, and very intuitive. He wore similar normal clothes like Amor's but he kept his shirt’s buttons loose, revealing half of his bare chest. Even the sleeves of his cream shirt were folded up, creased on his biceps.

"They are heterophobic." Ethan, who was drinking water at that moment, choked on it, coughing so hard, Blaze stopped his drunken karaoke and glanced over at them. "Wait, what?!" "You heard me," Asher smirked, pleased with his own genius. "One is hazel and the other is blue. Heterophobic." For a beat, Ethan just stared at him. Then he threw his head back, and the deepest belly laughter Asher has ever heard rolled from his chest. It knotted up Asher's stomach, and his toes curled inside his black sneakers.

Leo reassures me as we head to the table he had reserved for us. The hotel has an aesthetic charm to it, more or less like Leo’s style. The grey matte and brown walls embody a blend of elegance and charm. Half of the wall is covered in midnight blue wallpaper that kind of reminds me of the deep ocean that encloses a lot of dangerous sea animals. The seats are u-shaped and leather-textured and were rather a bit uncomfortable due to their straight-like nature. It is quite elegant I must say. “I hope your girl is time-conscious, you know how I feel about punctuality,” I say after ten minutes of waiting.

I just stare at Hades who doesn't look back at me. “Come on, let's take a dip! We are only here for two days, let's enjoy it," Ms. Yu said softly. I also looked at her body. She's already wearing a red bikini. It looks good on her. It seems that the bikini was done for her body. She has an hourglass body, perky boobs and porcelain skin. So Zelo's type changes a lot, huh? "Right, Daddy. Stop working and just enjoy these days with me and Mommy," Hades said. His eyes are on me now. How I wish that word means to me.

"They are too bright and not my style." "I thought you recently developed a liking for yellow," Zibah said with a tone of skepticism. "Well, I'm back to my old self. Get me something gothic and stylish," I ordered, and she returned the two dressed back to my closet. I grabbed my already plugged hair dryer on my table and turned it on, holding it over my hair. The warm air tossed the strands of my hair around, occasionally grazing against my forehead. "I found the perfect dress," Zibah's voice rang out of the closet, and she emerged with something I wouldn't be caught dead in as Zanna.

he murmured, pressing a hot kiss to the nape of my neck that made my knees weak. Downstairs, the others were already waiting, all dressed in tailored darkness. Heros looked lethal in pure black. Noah was effortlessly elegant in charcoal. Lohan wore deep burgundy velvet like a king of shadows. Zedekiah, in navy, looked every bit the controlled sadist who had fingered me to orgasm while we watched strangers fuck. Zedekiah’s gaze devoured me. “Red looks fucking sinful on you, little doll. Every man in that room is going to want what belongs to us.”

Its the first year my smile was real. I was happy though I couldn’t completely show it. From the moment I saw her in that dress, I couldn’t stop smiling on the inside. From head toe, hands down she was the prettiest girl tonight. Between her smooth copper tone, the rose gold shimmering of the dress, the dramatic gold makeup, and her hazel , Danica was perfect.