Hazbin Hotel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Left behind just a shawl from the loom of Athena- her wedding gift, she let Hades's eyes feasted on her whole virgin form. Her charming, ambrosia-like complexion intimated even the earlier Aphrodite when that goddess was still a blooming maiden. The gracious flush of her skin and those nimble limbs stirred a coursing fire in Hades's veins. Her stare darkened further. With such an unblemished beauty by appearing naked except for a thin silken garment veiling her entrancing lower parts, Hades secretly wished a gust of wind would have blown that garment aside so that it would reveal her virgin bloom; but she was also glad that she was the only one, who would wantonly breathe directly upon it, c

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

This architectural gem is more than just a hotel; it is an immersive experience, a testament to opulence and style that leaves an indelible mark on the city’s skyline. The LA Hotel boasts a facade that seamlessly blends modern aesthetics with classic charm. Its exterior, adorned with sleek glass panels and tasteful accents, reflects the vibrant energy of the city it calls home. As the sun sets, the building becomes a beacon of light, casting a warm glow that beckons guests into a world of indulgence.

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

And soon we will be published to the world because the paparazzi do not leave a single chance to capture us in their cameras. I have no other way than to stare back at Zahir. He does not look at me like before and begins to walk toward the car. I stare at his side profile and realize, all of a sudden, how handsome he looks. High cheekbones and sharp jaws are given to him along with an alluring pair of blue eyes. Eyes that drown me every time I stare into them. As bright as the sky in summer and as deep as an ocean. A few of his dark hair strands fall over his forehead, a few of them between his furrowed eyebrows, kissing his tanned skin. My fingers itch to push them away but he pulls back as

While speechlessly gorgeous, it all seemed quite unnecessary: luxurious furniture with dark cherry-colored end tables with vases on either side, a fireplace as long as the car was wide, all atop a black marble floor with veins of red. Then again, Alphas were not known to be humble. "Welcome to Hazelstone." I jumped and whirled at the smooth female voice. "Ah," announced Cillian, sounding obnoxiously welcoming, "you're right on time, Raisa." Ahead was a stupidly wide staircase. Coming down it was a curvy female dressed in the skimpiest outfit I'd ever seen—if you could even call it that. It was more a near-sheer scrap of fabric held up by a silver chain around the back of her neck that pushed

The sight of him fills her with a mix of dread and morbid fascination. She hurries over to the wardrobe, her fingers fumbling with the intricate latches as she struggles to open it. Inside, she finds an exquisite yet unsettling ensemble - a corseted bodice adorned with sharp metal studs, a full skirt of midnight-black silk, and a choker with a glittering obsidian pendant shaped like a serpent's head. With shaking hands, Hazel begins to dress, the garments fitting her like a second skin. The corset cinches tightly around her waist, making her feel both exposed and constricted.

Havermouth, Present Time Aislen took her time with her preparation for Talen’s arrival, pin-curling her hair in order to get the maximum baby-doll bounce to compliment the Lolita dress, painting her nails glossy black, and applying her makeup to make her look as doll-like as possible. She had a suspicion that she’d tapped into Talen’s DaddyDom/little fetish, quite by accident, but now that she had come to realize it, she planned on having fun with it.

Then they started to style the hair, wrapping it in intricate designs using human bones as hair clips and hair claws. Hazel was not the least bothered about their choice of hair ornaments. She already had human blood on her and most likely had consumed it in one of her meals. She was starting to gradually fit into the norms of this realm. When they were done, Hazel looked like a princess of death. Her makeup was just as intricate and perfect as the rest of her body. The palette used for her makeup consisted of only two colors–white and black. The white was the white powder that was applied to her face causing her already pale skin to look paler and more like a dead person.

Azrael and Astria, my precious babies, are lying on the bed, looking adorable in their outfits. Azrael, my little gentleman, is dressed in a miniature suit that makes him look uncannily like his father, Hades. He exudes a sense of maturity, despite his tender age. His dark hair is perfectly messy, and his bright eyes sparkle with mischief. Astria, my tiny princess, is a vision in pink. Her dress accentuates her dark curls, making them pop against her porcelain skin. She looks like a ballerina, ready to twirl across the stage. Her eyes shine with excitement, and I can sense her eagerness to explore.