Hazbin Hotel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Zarek had arranged for a professional makeup artist and hairstylist to come to the mansion, and now my hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down my back, with small crystals woven throughout that caught the light when I moved. “You look absolutely breathtaking,” Zade said when I finally emerged from the bedroom. Zarek just stared at me, his mouth slightly open, before finally managing to say, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” “Language,” I teased, but I was blushing. They both looked incredible too. Matching black suits that fit them perfectly, though Zarek had skipped the tie and left the top buttons of his shirt undone, showing off his tattoos. Zade wore his tie but had rolled up his sleeve

It was only a dream. Hazel sat up in bed, her long hair spread out damply, cold sweat clinging to her temples. The large mirror across from her bed reflected an image she barely recognized—thick dark circles framed her eyes, her skin was pale and dull, her cheeks sunken. Ironically, her wide eyes and long lashes made her look more like a zombie than a normal human. ‘I look awful!’ Hazel cursed to herself. She sighed, patting her cheeks lightly. How could a man like Diego ever be interested in her?

Angelo eyes lowered, with his delicate shoulders slumped lazily and its delicae white nape expose because of the uniform getting messed up after he slept, he gave off a feeling of indifference and boredom like he didnt care of the world or the happenings outside or inside the clinic at all but, that is, if you can ignore that fidgeting hand that even if his hands was all properly covered up, it still can be seen judging by the blanket bulge and the quick sneaky movement coming from where did he put his hands under to hide from the two guys gaze. Hades look at his twin mate that can also be regarded as also 'his mate', the white delicate nape that was exposed was leaking a slight sweet pherom

Shadow was visibly happy, her glint was precious. “Are you sure?” “Certainly. Just observe them. You’ll find them endearing one of those days. Trust me.” And Sabrina had found the answer. They were indeed so endearing. It was fun to be around them. “This is getting out of hand,” Cole muttered in envious. “Wrong usage of words but at a certain point, I agree,” Sabrina replied back. Hades styled his long wavy hair. He curled up Dionysus’s hair to make a beautiful wave once it was released. And the result was beautiful. His long silky wavy hair draped across his shoulder with a pink tint across his pale white cheeks.

"I promise we'll talk more, but later. We need to get back through Crestbane before dawn." Zuri tries to stand but slumps back with a pained grimace. "Ugh, I feel like shit. Hang on, do I look like shit? Oh, gods, I don't want to see Hellion if I look gross. I mean, I desperately want to see him...But I want to be my typical, unbelievably sexy self when I do so, he won't be too concerned about me. I mean, I don’t want to look like one of the Undead when I return-"

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

After eating and calming down by texting with my mother and Jenny, I felt ready to leave. So standing up from the bed, I walked to the exit door and went to the living room of the hotel suite, which now thanks to the daylight I could see in a better way, distinguishing its details and decoration in a better way. The whole suite was decorated in a rustic way, with walls that seemed to be made of wood or a similar material, while the floors had a beautiful red carpet, also having furniture that seemed to be made of the same wood material, all very rustic and beautiful. I think the aesthetics of the place wanted to mimic a cabin or something like that, as the outside of the hotel also has simil

His tone was a quiet warning. Riyyan clenched her jaw but forced a sweet smile. He’s so damn cold. Before she could speak again, Hazel entered the dining hall. Axel’s eyes immediately softened. Hazel’s presence was effortless, yet commanding. Dressed in distressed shorts and a cropped tank top, her smooth skin practically glowed under the morning light. Her tiny waist and curvy figure demanded attention, and Riyyan could feel her blood boiling at how easily Hazel captivated Axel’s focus.

A dark, almost palpable energy now clung to her like a shroud, imbuing her very presence with an aura of malevolence and foreboding. The transformation was not just physical, but also cosmetic. Her makeup had undergone a dramatic shift, now a sultry, smoky affair that matched Haven's dark aesthetic. But it was more than just a change in appearance, her very demeanor had undergone a profound shift. A palpable aura of darkness now surrounded her, like a whispered promise of secrets and forbidden pleasures. Her confidence had surged, her attitude now tinged with a bold, unapologetic edge.

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.