Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Angel Dust Novels & Stories

of course you can " Angel said and opened the door wider for him to enter , he walked in , exploring the room ' not bad ! he commented .Tom walked straight to the table in the room and poured a drink for himself and Angel. " So how did you feel staying at a hotel for a week" he asked and handed her the drink. The unsuspecting Angel took the glass and had a sip " it's really not that comfortable, to be honest " she admitted and took another sip , halfway into the drink she began to feel funny . Her eyes narrowed when she got the gist of her situation, she's been drugged ! She gave him a murderous look and tried to stand up but her legs wobbled and gave way , she held the wall for support and

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”.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.

“I’m fine. Phoebe is waiting for you. Come back to the lounge.” Xander ignored Angel's ramblings about Phoebe and remained focused on helping her relieve the nausea. “You're drunk. Feeling better now?” "Dunno. It feels like there is a tornado stirring in my stomach.” After finishing her words, Angel bent over the sink and threw all the contents of her stomach out. She was panting, while Xander remained standing behind her to massage the nape of her neck. “I'd better go to my room and sleep.” “Are you sure you can walk to your room?”

Unable to control he covered her core with his mouth sucking her hot liquid like some starving man. “Fuck, you taste so good, Angel.” He rasped against her inner thighs. If he wants to lessen the effect of the drugs, he had to drain her energy with multiple orgasm. Ignoring his own needs, he only missioned to reduce the effect of it. Spreading her vertical lips with his fingers his tongue lapping the rosy hard nub. It hardened under his merciless attack. Her hips jolted upward, her both hands flew down and tugged on his hair. Holding her immobile with his both hands on her stomach, he licked her from top to bottom. Her legs widened as he traced different patterns, creating a road map with hi

Chloe follows close behind, a worried look on her face. He grabs a bottle of golden liquid—some kind of alcohol—like it's his lifeline, his only escape from whatever's going on inside him. He gulps it down, the burning sensation of the liquor leaving a fiery trail down his throat, its warmth spreading through his trembling body like comforting, gentle fingers. “What is it you want?” Chloe asks, her voice just a whisper in the thick silence. “I don't know,” Angel confesses, his voice weighed down with a sadness he can't disguise. “Chloe, I gotta leave.”

I need to get upstairs and shower before my mate comes home. When I step into the hallway, just off the kitchen, I immediately smell her scent. Raspberries and cream. My mind and body calm. I love that her scent lingers when she’s not here. I quickly head upstairs, hopping into the shower and washing off the blood and gore from Eli’s beating. I’m nearly done when I get a frantic mind link from Dustin. “Alpha, she’s running!” “Who’s running?” “Angel. She’s running and she’s fucking fast, you need to get out here.”

He had beaten the guy he saw with her to a pulp before leaving her. She kept calling to convince Damien that her actions were under the influence of alcohol. Damien didn’t believe it at first. This incited several arguments between them, one of which led to the incident with Rebecca.