Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Angel Dust Comic Novels & Stories

Her lingerie had been torn during the hardcore sex so she only covered her privates using what was left. “You stink of sex.” Martin teased and smacked her buttocks as she walked past him. Julia ignored him and said nothing, only a tear rolled down her cheek. *** Ding! Ding!! Donatello reached for his phone from the opposite seat, while the other hand turned the wheels. He opened his phone and saw a message. His heart began to race rapidly. What was it going to be this time? He asked himself as he slowly clicked open the message. His sight was blinded by Julia's nude photo. His servant appeared to be in a painful condition. Don gritted his teeth angrily and hit his hand on the steering.

Her hand crossed over her chest, her eyes burning with anger. "It was always about control for you, playing the alpha, dictating how others should live," she continued, her voice laced with scorn. "All that talk of being an alpha, sacrificing innocence for your own gain. You did the same to me, throwing me to someone else, letting him do as he pleased." Wyatt watched her closely, noticing the change in her demeanor. Her voice fluctuated, and he could see dark veins near her eyes as the magic consumed her. "Hazel," he whispered, reaching out to touch her. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, blurring his vision. Hazel's face became a blur as he struggled to make sense of the situatio

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I woke up with a cold pain spreading across every part of my body, I remember the angel telling me I might die from the pain if it was too much to bear, and yes, I agree that I almost died, I don't get why I'm still alive. My spirit is just so stubborn and it wouldn't be dismissed. I looked down at my tummy and noticed a scar, it was the exact spot where I stabbed Alastor, he died and I got a scar from the effect of the pain.

asthma when the werewolf quality should have restored him from that infection from the time he To be honest, keeping Angel 's old inhaler wasn't as weird and ridiculous as I suspected it would be, in any case, not after some unusual and weird explanation, he had an asthma attack yesterday. Today, as never before, I am happy that I never took the inhaler out of my backpack, in any other way I could not have helped my brother. A werewolf, a genuine alpha experiencing an asthma attack... How did that happen? When all is said and done, since the second Angel was stung by Peter Hale, his asthma

He wanted to torture and scar the human forever. “You”. Azaliah whispered, her voice was trembling. Abaddon released a sick smile. “Angel, I’ve come to embarrass you as you have embarrassed me. And I want my horn back”.

he kissed her, I smile, I spray gold dust on the baby so I can track the baby anytime, ok it's time for me to go, I will be back. ***** back to heaven immediately I enter the portal of heaven I feel recharged, its holiness and light, I feel like I could finally breathe, the fight with the Dracula bloodline vampire is over, I heard just two angels died, the father is going to take their souls and bring them.

If it weren't for the fact he was literally oozing evil that would rival Lucifer, he could pass as an angel! "Damien!" An English accent addressed me smoothly, all class and arrogance. "You are on the wrong side of the pond." I laughed, picking bone and hair out of my nails, not giving him the satisfaction of looking up at him; I knew Ares was watching him like a hawk. "I bet girls line up to suck your dick, don't they!" I chuckled, finally lifting my red eyes to meet his, making him aware that he no longer controlled Ares! I did!

She half-turned away from him and Layon cringed at the change in her, watching how she suddenly became the scared little girl who had lost both her parents right before his eyes. Sitting up beside her, Layon pulled her into his arms and hooked her chin with his fingertips, urging her up to face him. "I'm deadly serious." Angel growled deep in her throat and turned her gaze from his as she snapped, "Nobody has seen or heard from Axel Hale in years." "That's not entirely true," Layon shrugged and braced himself for what came next. "I spoke to him just this morning." Angel's head whipped around once more and she examined him closely, obviously looking for any sign that he might be lying. Layon

“You understand there’s no going back after this…right?” I nodded. Azrael’s brows immediately pulled together. “No.” His voice dropped, deep and commanding. “I want to hear you say it, Wilhemina.” My heart hammered as he hovered over me, close enough that his heat surrounded me. His cologne filled my lungs, mixed with the faint scent of mint and whiskey on his breath. “Say you understand.” “I understand,” I whispered. His eyes darkened. We had met like this before. Stolen nights. Locked doors. Hours where I could forget the diamond on my finger and the husband who barely remembered I existed. But tonight felt different. Tonight, Azrael wasn’t offering me an escape. He

“As long as I'm with you..” Alastor moved closer, gently kissing July's lips. HIs lover almost returned tears, because she could not deny it, July put it away in her mind. When Alastor kisses her despite his gentle treatment, the image of Argus and what he did appears to defile the entire contents of July's head, filling July's heart with hatred for the man. July couldn't open her eyes to look at Alastor, she wasn't confident and sure enough her eyes must have been filled with bitter sadness mixed with anger. July sat inside, hiding her face as Alastor pulled away to end the intimacy.