Novel & Cerita Hazbin Hotel Christmas

My face burned at the sensation. My mind went blank except for a single thought—why was he so big? "Did you see Giselle? I brought her here so I could celebrate Christmas with her, but I think she might have gone into the wrong room." Dylan played with my hair as he replied lazily, "I didn't see her. Are you sure she's in here?" Dylan's steady tone made Blake grow more uncertain. "I… I think so?" Guilt festered within me. I couldn't believe that I was doing this to Blake.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

“You assholes!” Shouted Sabrina angrily to the three bastards that were cheerfully throwing snow balls at her in a constant fast pace. It was the twenty-fourth of December, and Sabrina agreed to spend the holidays with Shawn's family in Minnesota. They have this massive mansion located in an isolated village that can hold like a thousand people. It was so gigantic that almost all of Shawn's relatives were there to spend Christmas. Considering the fact that her brothers and her father weren't even in the state and also to avoid being a lonely Grinch during the holidays, Sabrina accepted Shawn's invite.

“Chill, I just need a serious distraction , an escape from life and some solitude “ I said sighing heavily “School work and studying is enough distraction, nursing school will be back in full force after the Christmas celebrations and new year holidays' ' said Hazel , ``I am so caught up in my whole world that I didn’t even realise that Halloween and thanksgiving has passed , it’s already a few days until Christmas.

“A horde of zombies is using the storm for cover. They’re closing in on us. Everyone, get to the B3 bunker. Now. This is not a drill.” An explosion of noise erupted from the main hall. Screams. Sobs. People began to stampede towards the stairwells. My assistant, Marcus, went white. “Scarlett, are you insane? Ethan didn’t give the order—” “Where is Ethan?” “He’s… he’s at the summit. With Chloe. They're having a Christmas party.” I let out a cold laugh. Of course. Without me to stop him this time, he got his Christmas party after all.

Not angry, just quiet. “I… I am cold…” Hazel whispered. Xander looked at her. He hesitated. Then, slowly, he took off his thick jacket. Hazel closed her eyes, expecting a hit. expecting more pain. But instead, Xander threw the jacket at her face. “Wear it,” he muttered, turning his back so she wouldn't see his expression. “Don’t die on me yet. I haven’t finished punishing you.” Hazel caught the jacket. It was warm. It smelled like his cologne. She wrapped it around herself tightly, feeling the warmth seep into her frozen bones.

He wasn't sure how he was going to find her in this large of a crowd, but he wasn't about to give up now. “It’s not so out of this world, Mr. Tony. It’s actually an earth bird,” Hannah replied with a wink at her co-host, adjusting the bird to better show it off to the camera. “This is one of my favorite Christmas dishes. It’s roast turkey, flavored with lemon and garlic. I know some people watching at home think that turkeys are just for Thanksgiving—”

My heart thudded. “Five!” I looked around. At my friends. At my father. At this house that no longer felt intimidating. Just full. “Four!” Alaric’s hand tightened slightly. “Three!” His breath brushed against my temple. “Two!” I smiled without even meaning to. “One!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The room exploded into noise. Laughter. Cheers. Someone popped something that sounded suspiciously like a champagne cork. Malik tackled Alex onto the rug. Zendaya screamed happily.

The sky is a dull, oppressive grey, rain pouring in relentless sheets. “Rain on a wedding day,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. “Isn’t that supposed to be a bad sign?” I shake my head, forcing a weak smile. “No, it’s Christmas. It’s a good day. It has to be.” Sliding out of bed, I walk toward the bathroom, determined to shake off the unease. My bare feet press against the cold floor, grounding me. I light the scented candles Zoe gave me—vanilla and lavender—and the calming aroma fills the small space. The flickering candlelight dances on the tiled walls as I step under the warm spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of my nightmare.

Just then, a message from Sophie popped up. [Honey, tons of private videos from hotels and clubs have leaked online after the holiday season! So scary! Luckily, we didn't do anything risky… but still, I can't help but worry.] She attached a censored video as an example. I opened it out of curiosity. Although the video was blurry and the sound was altered, one short clip struck me. The people in it looked just like Tessa and me! "Damn it! What's going on?" I gripped my phone, barely containing my rage. I called Tessa immediately, demanding, "Where did you post our video?"