Hazbin Hotel Christmas の小説・ストーリー

Kimora POV Zach cleaned my wound again in the bedroom before we went out and celebrated Christmas Day. Everyone here is awake and waiting for twelve o'clock because we will eat together and have a picture. West, Ycson, Sol and Eros are on the kitchen. There are many Beer and Wine glasses on the table. There are also round fruits such as grapes, oranges, watermelons, pomelo and others. There is also Spaghetti, Carbonara, buttered shrimp other dishes and I never lost sight of Adobo. Maybe Mom cooked it.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

“I love you, Nizhoni Hosteen. Thank you for always being so supportive about…well, everything. I couldn’t have gotten through these last seven months without you.” She kissed him again and smiled. “I love you, shijeidishjool.” “So, mini muffin, are you ready for tomorrow?” Rose asked during a full meal of ham, potato salad, macaroni salad, deviled eggs, sweet potatoes and more. “Tomorrow?” “Well, Christmas day of course. Today you got things from the family. Tomorrow we find out what Santa dropped off.” “I already know Santa isn’t real. One of the foster brothers I had told me,” Jaxsen said, casting his eyes. That wasn’t a fond memory he wanted to relive or remember.

In the past, if there was an emergency, they always came back late at night, this time, it was really unprecedented. "This time, you are alone at home, so we should come back earlier to spend the Christmas night with you." Rachel said. Hazel wanted to cry, "I am safe at home." "But we are worried about you being alone." Harry tasted the shrimps, and he said unexpectedly, "Hazel, where did you get this food? It tastes amazing. Tell me, so I can add it in the app."

"We really need to look for those gingerbread houses decorations. I was shocked at myself for opening up to someone, especially Knox of all people. I don't like talking about my dad to anyone yet with Knox I did. There was this weird feeling I get around Knox. I felt...safe. Like somehow as long as I was near him I would be okay. I didn't know what to make of the foreign feeling. Considering how we first met I shouldn't even feel that way around him. Not in the mood to over analyze it I shoved all those thoughts to the back of my mind. Now was not the time or if ever. He was leaving in a few days anyways. With that in mind I quickly moved away from Knox and started looking at the shelves. "S

I shrugged, "why should I?" Rachel stared at me for a few seconds before she finally said her next words. "Okay, since there's really nothing much to add. But our parents and the men will spend the rest of the day decorating the house, while the girls, well, we sort out the matching outfits and inspect the food in the kitchen, just to be sure the cook does a good job. Then we get dressed early enough for the photographer who would join us sometime in the evening. After taking photographs, sharing of gifts, and eating, we'll see a Christmas-themed movie together, and that would be the end of the day." "Doesn't sound chaotic to me," I told her.

Has your health improved? The blogger responded, "I'm healed and full of energy now!" Zayn logged off, signaling a thumbs-up to Larissa. "Done!" Seizing the opportunity, he said, "Speaking of missions, do you remember that variety show I mentioned? It's about to start filming, so you and Mr. Hamilton need to get ready." Larissa was surprised. "Is Mister going as well?" Zayn replied, "Yes. This variety show is called 'Our Holiday' and focuses on slow living."

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

I flick her ear, earning a hiss from the woman. "Me? Never." She patted my thigh and relaxed further into me. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep. Closing my book I shifted a bit to get more comfortable with her on me. I closed my eyes and fell asleep with her. ____________ Azrael pov: The cold air whipped across my skin harshly, reminding me that winter was here. It would be Christmas in a month's time and I was excited. I would get to spoil Amilia rotten. We spent Halloween scaring kids and touring lame Haunted Houses. Thanksgiving was at Damiens and it was hectic. I would be sure to spend Christmas with her alone and make it memorable.