Hazbin Hotel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

A band of pale skinned creatures with visible fangs and lips even redder than blood played in a corner and there was a waiter; it was like the VIP area. "Halsey, I've brought our bride." Zenobia approached a group of three boys and two girls that sat in the center and apparently, had the best booth in the room. The only blond amongst them stood up and welcomed us by offering Zenobia a drink. He had peculiar forest green eyes, one was unusually darker than the other but they were beautiful and eye-catching. "She is beautiful." He complimented, resting his eyes on me as a small smile framed his lips. "You're lucky this time, Nobby. Youth is such a blissful thing." And is he also 'something' h

Like a moth to flame, my eyes are involuntarily drawn to the mouth-watering muscles of his bare, powerful back. Zakari Von Hale is not just an annoying motherfucker. He’s a gorgeous one too. His chest tapers off into a waist so narrow, it should be illegal. His thick curly hair, the colour of midnight, brushes against his neck, teasing his fallen angel tattoo. It’s hard to keep my hate burning when he looks like he belongs on the front cover of Vogue’s Most Sexy. Just then, his low, steely voice plucks me from my fantasy with ice cold hands. As usual, his tone is laced with snobbish disgust;

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

'Something's out there,' Aurum hinted, feeling a warning from her instincts. Hazel's gaze fell upon Zain as he entered the room, dressed sharply in a black suit. His eyes swept across the gathering, searching for someone. There was no sign of Wyatt, but when his eyes met Hazel's, he abruptly changed course, his feet carrying him toward her. He caught a new scent in the air, different from Misty's. Closing in on Hazel, his eyes reflected a swirling silver.

Although she’ll always be my little girl, she’s become a woman in so many ways in the past year. I find myself noticing Hazel’s figure, or breathing in her scent when she’s near me. She smells like vanilla and coconut, like a sweet confection. With her pale white skin, crystal blue eyes and bright fiery hair, she looks like one, too. Something delicate and rich, like spun sugar. My eyes wander to the fine bones of her wrists, or the long stretch of her neck, or the surprisingly full globes of her breasts, and I have to blink and look away, catching myself with shame.

“Do not aggrevate me, I don’t want you to be showing everything to everyone. Humans are very touchy feely.” The girl looks from me to Dysnomia and back, “Alpha Zared, crop tops and hotpants are very fashionable currently. She won’t stand out in a negative way.” “She’s gorgeous in everything and anything. I want at leat her stomach covered.” Dysnomia turns back to the changing rooms and I see that the ‘hotpants’ barely cover her ass, AND HER ASS TOO!” I shout. I hear Dysnomia laughing, “I told you he would freak out.”

His rock-hard abs were on display, along with his cocky grin. "If you'll follow me?" he offered before walking deeper into the house. The room almost grew darker with the other guests. Their dark makeup and deep-toned outfits made it seem like a gothic den. This was strange. The wait staff and the rest were dressed in vintage gothic clothes. "I hate bright things. I'm always out traveling for work," Zeus started, "Sometimes, I'm always in the sun. It's nice to retreat somewhere." "I understand," I replied, "I'm pale as ever. I can barely be in the sun without burning."

When the girl looked up again, she saw to the amazement of her mind a tall woman standing in the midst of sprawling dark mist. The woman's eyes were black like obsidian gems. Her pale cream-colored skin shone in contrast to her long flowing cloak. Her immaculate night-colored strands of silken hair cascaded down her straight back. The lines of her narrow jaw, nose, and cheekbones were high and proud. These made her mesmerizing like the starless sky at night. Persephone couldn't decide at first whether the goddess was beautiful or frightening. She finally decided that the woman was both. Her heart skipped as she was lost in those black stirring eyes. She had always thought of Hades as a man,

The last of the tension in Ava’s body let go, and she exhaled. “Anna came around with hot chocolate and sandwiches,” he told her and patted next to him on the bed. “That’s nice of her,” Ava said and walked over and sat down on the spot he had patted. “Sit here and enjoy your treat and I’ll just freshen up,” he told her. He walked into the bathroom and Ava took a sip of the hot beverage and a shiver of pleasure ran down her as the warmth spread through her body. She nibbled on a sandwich and felt content. She looked around Zane’s room. It was decorated in dark, warm colours like brown, burgundy and forest green. Ava could see it as an extension of the man. The bed took up most of the space. I

The cab stopped us and we alighted to see a monumental alluring glass building with different colors of the spectrum dazzling from all edges, such that they all seemed to meet at a point above the building to form a twinkling shiny star displaying the name INÉGALÉ. There were countless floors but just one floor was emitting the color combination found in club rooms. The wild moving color brightened the mood. “Hazel… are you sure of our savings… can it pay for this hotel? It looks costlier than what we have.” I stuttered while staring at the dazzling sight in front. The cars parked in front of the hotel weren’t a play. Ranging from the gothic Mercedes to the shiniest 2017 BMW, men and women o