Novel & Cerita Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Angel Dust

Angel grinned. "Well, good morning to you too, Blaze," he said. The other Were let out a relieved sigh. "Sorry, I thought you were … you know…" Blaze said, sounding a tad embarrassed. The two shared a knowing look. "I need your help with something quick…" Angel said. "Tell me..." "Come..." Angel urged and walked back to his cell. Blaze followed him. Kurt, who was already in Angel's cell, went to pick up the bottle of Vodka tucked in the corner. He examined it, uncorked it and raised it to his lips, gulping down some.

She’s irritated, fuck, I love it already. We went down and I sat on the couch, Azrael opened it with a sly smile on his face. I'm curious too, a lot because that Halsey written on it is so damn compelling. I eyed, Azrael what it is, but he sure is a true bastard, I'm turning into a fool as every second passes by. “Darling… no poison please…” I smiled looking at Halsey and she clanked the pan against the wall, wow, I love her temper already. “Sugar will be enough poison for a diabetic leech like you…” she sneered at me.

“I’m their family’s personal psychiatrist. By the way, I’m Ginger Peterson. You can call me Dr. Peterson.” “I-I’m Angela Santos, Dr. Peterson.” “Oh, what an Angelic name to be paired with the angel of the demons hahaha!” “Leave now, you psycho.” Lucifer suddenly said to her. “And why are you asking me to leave already, huh? Am I disturbing the two of you here? What are you two actually doing here? Don’t you know that you’re still young to do some naughty things inside this mansion? And you really decided to do it inside this baking room? Why? Because it has a lot of icings? You naughty naughty Prince!”

I asked, ignoring his question cautiously, "Aren't you mad at me?" "Do you want me to be mad at you?" He chuckled. "I don't care but I'm pissed at you." I frowned, sitting back down on the bed. "Are you?" He smiled and stooped to my level, "I'm sorry, forgive me." What the hell? I blinked, astonished at his bipolarity. "What kind of drugs are you on Sinister?" "As shocking as this sounds Angel, I'm a clean man in that context."

"P...please Angel drop the gun...shooting me won't...won't give you anything"Sia said while shaking her head hoping Angel would stop his advance and leave in peace. However, the expression on his face was murderous, he had his gun pointed at her "I've always hated you...do you know why...because you ruined my plans...if you didn't follow me that night"he said with bitterness as he took small predatory steps towards Sia who was backing away slowly, it was scary seeing how crazy angel looked. He wasn't in his right senses, and hence he could do anything without thinking twice "if you didn't poke your silly nose in my affairs then...you wouldn't be here with me pointing a gun at you...you littl

I can’t wait to put a fucking bullet between his fucking eyes and make him fucking swim with the sharks. “My brother is a cunt. What can I say?”, Pavlov says as he massages his temples, and again, I watch and listen as they talk about Angel. They are planning on ending his life. He has become an obstacle for them because of his fondness for Hazel. I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose as the door behind us bursts open, and he walks in. “Fuck me, this is a fucking maze”, Angel says as he pulls the chair next to mine, and the girl passes him the headphones set she was using.

I texted Angel not to disturb me for a while. *** "So what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked him as soon as he sat on my couch in my room. I had locked the room. "It's very serious." His face was serious enough to tell me that. "First of all, tell me this, how does Carl," he said his name with so much venom and hatred, "…know about this Kristina?" "That, I don't know myself…" He was right. How did Carl know about Angel? That was a very serious and disturbing question.

He got up and came over to the other side of the desk and began to explain, “This portion here,” he points to the sales records of something called, Fairy Dust? “What the hell is Fairy Dust?” I ask, trying to make sense of it. Angel chuckled and began to explain, “It’s a drug.” Angel tells me, “It’s a mix of MDMA, cocaine, and a sprinkle of a secret ingredient that only the O’Malley family knows of.” My eyes widen at the thought of producing and selling drugs, “We’re not going to be producing that anymore,” I tell him, I refuse to be associated with it.

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

he whispered huskily. He ran a hand along my jawline and I hissed in pain retracting from his hand. He frowned at me before he raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "For an angel, you sure are weak and pathetic. No wonder your own mate doesn't want anything to do with you. I don't even know why the guy that paid us wants you in the first place" he spat at me and walked out of the room. "You're lucky he wants you untouched and alive" one of the other men in the room mumbled.