Hazbin Hotel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

After finishing in the bathroom, Julissa wobbled over to the pristine sink. Through the mirror, she took in her surroundings again—still the same high-end black, white, and gray aesthetic. The faucet, free of even a single water stain, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. The marble countertop, with its rippling stone patterns, looked just as chilly. Julissa couldn't help but complain, "The designer of this hotel must be emotionally detached." Then, her eyes landed on a white ceramic tray on the counter. Several white and brown bottles sat neatly arranged on it.

Zane. Zane was the artist. He was the most dangerous-looking of the five. He had dark, messy hair and tattoos that covered his thick arms like snakes. He didn't care about suits or science. He cared about feelings, colors, and the raw beauty of the body. His studio was at the very end of the hall, and it was the only room that was always locked. That evening, the door was open.

I’m so in love. I press my lips into a line to prevent myself from reacting towards that and patiently wait for their return while dulling my senses with her outrageous scent. They eventually show up with Zana packing her hair up into a ponytail and Zainab laughing over something while my mate pouts angrily. Both girls are in the same clothes as my mate. While Zana’s hoody is red, Zainab’s is pink.

The boy stared at me with deep curiosity, while Jewels stared at me, greatly confused. She tilted her head to the side and cocked a brow. "Is Zayne sick?" So she didn't know. He must have hidden it so he wouldn't disturb her. "Yeah," I replied, looking away from the creepy girls. They were actually beautiful if they weren't creeping the existence out of someone. They both had big sky-blue eyes, almond skin, and hair color between brown and black. Their cheeks were slightly puffy, and they were unrecognizably identical. Telling them apart was difficult. To make things worse, they had the same fringe Bob hairstyle and wore the same clothes and accessories. Really creepy.

Serenity said at the same time that Zayn said, “I’m jealous of his eyes.” “One at a time, please!” I begged them while giggling. “Okay. Okay. His eyes are exotic. One of his eyes is literally dark like Zayn’s, and the other is hazel-colored,” Hamish explained, and I gaped slightly. “You’re lying,” I said in disbelief. I looked at Zayn and he nodded. “Are you sure?” I asked him. “Yes, Lara. He is literally perfect. He’s our perfect hybrid.” Zayn said as he winked.

She shifted her body to lean against me. I tilt my head, “Why to stay in a hotel when we have our own home?” Zara rolled her eyes. “Couples need a little excitement in their lives. Don’t you think hotels are filled with mystique energy?” Her pursed lips and eyes full of life made her tone even more suggestive. My mind wavered. This woman is dangerous in her own way. My gaze fell uncontrollably on her chest. The small slit revealed her soft curves. She has no idea how tantalizing it was.

He revved the engine and drove back home. ... The massive penthouse, much like its owner, was minimalist and cold like a haunted house. The main color palette was black, white, and gray, without an ounce of superfluous color. “The guest room is over there, make yourself at home,” Aaron said, walking to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of water. Zoe trailed after him. Just as he emptied the water bottle and turned around, she was standing directly behind him, blocking his exit. “Captain Kael...”